Rose And Sword. Poem by Marcondes Pereira
Rose And Sword.
When he holds his sword,
he brings blood during his daily war.
when he feel the smell from her hair,
everything looks like so pure.
He gazes her, he loses his mainly word.
Armors and fights they seem so far.
Each second becomes peaceful and fair.
"I praise her, my only sweet cure
to battlecries, and cruel rhymes.
She's my medicine from steel's crimes"
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: medieval love
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4/24/2024 5:42:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Marcondes, such a lovely write........................................