Denied By Your Still Voice, (Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown) Poem by Captain Cur

What would I write you
that I have not written before
unknowing if my words reach
the mind that I implore;
I have so named you,
I have raised you above the rest
honoring your single voice,
denied by your still breath.

Dear Lady,
loquacious in your speech,
what favored chords
must my poetry strive to reach,
to gain the notice of your ear
or the privilege of your eye,
how many of my foes must sink,
how many more must die?

By the power in my ship,
by the swiftness of my sword
I carve your name in bleeding lips
and feast off England's shores.