Love Sonnet 73: 'Winds Of Olympus, I Discern To Blow' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

Winds of Olympus, I discern to blow,
And chill my feet on gilded pedestals,
Gray minstrels sing the noble songs I know,
Recounting quests, triumphs and betrayals;
But bring me down to where my princess waits,
A good repose is offered by her laps,
And bardic songs, her soft raving creates;
Are there quests sweeter, more than love, perhaps?

I cast no dragon's head upon her feet,
No captive slaves from kingdoms torn apart,
And not a single ship from fleeing fleet,
But lovely rose, and with it goes my heart;
……Lay vanquished I, imprisoned in her charms,
……At her feet lie, my armor and my arms.