Let me be yr Joan of Arc
Fighting the injustice that a normal man
Must deal with
My lance aches for yr heart
And my sword craves a duel
I rather burn at the stake of solitude than
Be in someone else's arms
My torch is ignited to face the challenge
Of making you notice
So, light it up to see my tears
And burn the past love that destroyed yr soul
Taking my hands as I lift you onto my white horse
We'll ride into the meadows between lust and love
LeeAnn, you will never burn at the stake. Instead, you will rise from the ashes like a phoenix...for a life of renewal! Here's to a glorious new life in The New Year, My Friend!
The medieval Era vibe that the poem screams at each sentence is truly amazing.
Simply wonderful......thank u so much....
Terse and telling poem. Liked it LeeAnn.. your special poetic style.
Absolutely a brilliant poem with powerful ending, 'We'll ride into the meadows between and love '. Top score.
Your poem reveals a fierce dedication to one special person. May that one have ears to hear!
Wow! You make a good heroine! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Excellent poem LeeAnn, just excellent with perfect imagery. Love it.