Hell bent on retracing paths to former glory
enterprising adventures await my return.
Lady, loquacious in your speech, my heart employs
libelous methods. My feelings deign to deserve
the approbation of your smile, a discreet glance,
attentions that hasten my date with the gallows.
Erstwhile in your embrace you are my deadly dance.
Shall I escort you to the Queen's ball on the morrow?
Relinquishing to you my love, my life, perchance!
Sentinels of pleasure stand guard on walls
that are breached with a singular salvo
from your lips, Lady of loquacious speech.
In your arms each minute, each second falls.
I am struck by your beauty with each blow
powder from your guns burn through my senses
winds toward your direction steady turn
passion has dissuaded all defenses.
Desirous of a brief interlude
formidable forces mount on my ship,
for the lingering taste of your lips I sue
this poor depraved world for a parting kiss.
Since last we met, I have been commissioned
to waylay a sovereign merchant fleet,
terms of which clearly state, at my own risk.
I would suspect politically contrived.
Dear Lady, loquacious in your speech,
for the glory and pleasure of your eyes
my battles rage and though my days be few
may uncertain currents return me to you.
Masques of war, painted stripes of savagery
regardless of one's rank or expertize
these are the fertile fields in which I till
in trades in which I barter what I kill.
Dear Lady, loquacious in your speech,
all must know it is you to whom I speak
how insufferable will be my prize
if I am not the glory in your eyes.
Vengeful labors bequeath their stain on me
that cannot be removed by acrid lye
should my soul be purified by the sea
entombed within her bosom I shall die.
Fitful Lady, loquacious in your speech,
your woman's flesh entices me in sleep
each day I rise to reap a newer dawn
and celebrate your beauty in my song.
Behind gold draped windows and marquee doors
there you stand like an art piece of decor,
though you dress his arm in the godly light
am I not the devil you dream at night.
each day I rise to reap a newer dawn and celebrate your beauty in my song. Behind gold draped windows and marquee doors there you stand like an art piece of decor, though you dress his arm in the godly light am I not the devil you dream at night...........touching expression with love and nice theme. A brilliant poem amazingly shared.10
This wonderful poem takes us to a different world and time. Vividly portrayed and conveyed. A love letter so passionate and romantic. Great poem beautifully crafted.10++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem that would make the great troubadours of the past really jealous!