To my Queen, my heart, love and fate resign
through fog laced English shores, I see her mighty shrine,
impressive stands in virtuous solitude;
but, to cold loveless eyes, a warm and gracious view.
Before this fight these minor lines to share;
I write my thanks and praise, all goodly men must hear.
Misplaced suspicions of a woman's word
when they are stamped by truth, deceit is no more heard,
as redness swells a full and blushing cheek
there from engaging lips love's truthfulness will speak.
To what her beauty might I fain compare;
agonizing blue-green eyes and holly scented hair,
this accursed moment my mind drifts with glee
to her sweet luscious smile that compliments the sea.
These holy flames, this fire that I bear,
now lights my onward course and saves me from despair.
At journey's end processional bell's ring
then will fulfillment come and clip my restless wing.
Today, my warship battles in her name,
what belongs to weaker realms, England now lays claim!
Wow, feast of words flowing from the depth of the ehart...this accursed moment my mind drifts with glee to her sweet luscious smile that compliments the sea.100*****
A wonderful description of a great beauty. Great opening lines. To my Poem List.
This series on captain and crew is infact a great attempt... thoroughly appreciate the style of your Himingway pattern of penning..5 stars
Men do the craziest things to impress a woman. Even if they are a pirate and a queen.Great poem once again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, so well written, feast of words flown from the depth of your heart...this accursed moment my mind drifts with glee to her sweet luscious smile that compliments the sea.100***