Give me that old Spanish love of Don Quixote
And I will thrust the windmills of doubt
To make love to you in a palazzo in Venice
Love is my true quest
I would ride a stallion of black
Rescuing you from a prison of boredom
As you ride behind me
I will protect you with my pen
For no weapon is strong enough
To withhold the evils of thesoul
My heart is pure
And the white dress I will adorn
Will not once be tarnished
Stallion of black! Not to lack anything! ! ! Muse of that old Spanish love. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Wow! this is amazing work, your poetry is is evolving, blooming. I very much like this. Best to you always.
Love is my true quest..........My heart is pure...excellent; Love is pure that's why love lives in pure heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written and beautifully presented. Love has never been better served. 10++ and thank you for sharing your sublime love poem Leeann. Take care and I wish you well.