Michael Gale

Rookie (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

My Lady Love-So Near And Dear. - Poem by Michael Gale

That windsome wench who came on down to my silly stupid rescue...
I had no need for sympathy-Not even hers.

Is this my quest, my test-Her curse? ...
Nay-nay or even yea.
Is this how i am to pay for this day?

Naught needy or speedy or one well acquainted...
Am i by her dubbed and saved by one's beauty-Who
be eternally Sainted?

Lest ye whisper to her ear...
'My Lady love so dear and near'.

Come to thee and hither not...
Cannot i wait here too long to rot?

To taste your bod' as like a steak...
Your love by me-Be no mistake.

As the wind parts gentle breezed of waves in hair so fine...
My heart for thee beats tender muffled beats of love-Yearning
yon beats of your own.

Perhaps our love in heart may partake more many years n'ee'r apart...
Are we to kiss and spend times entwine?

Will you dare to dare be mine? ...
Will this old brown and gray bearded lips taste of yours?

Can i survive my fall into your lusterous beauty like stare? ...
Can i swim into your ever embraceful care?

Yes-I intend to surface and carefully
tread your timeless beauty of thine...
Fro' your love t'will i succomb to and of wine and dine.

Comments about My Lady Love-So Near And Dear. by Michael Gale

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (10/11/2006 1:10:00 PM)

    Your depictions of bliss are strangely interesting...and always a fine read, sir! (10)

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, October 15, 2010

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