Her vassalage henceforth I am condemned
A saintly visage adorned both sweetly
Coated twice on gilded vines stemmed
Great her presence filmed and veil’d completely
Suffer my melancholy and lightly blend
Twist round these grapes your ruby lips entwined
That bless’d cup forth brought my jealous ire
To be upon her soft blanket consumed
A sorceress heavenly created once divined
For to her I stalwart carry, stretching out to blackest spire
Not reaching. Grasping for without her touch, posthumed
Rave tonight to lightest meadowlark
Rave into the fires of lore
Defy what ‘verse denied our spark
And slumber together evermore
I really liked this poem. I think the tone works very well with the flow of the poem and the wording is something not seen as much lately. Great job!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well penned. i like your style of writing.