James Jarrett

Freshman - 645 Points (1963 / California)

The Ballad Of Jayne, A Poem To My Wife - Poem by James Jarrett

My love, my faire, I dream of thee
Thine softest smile, golden haire

All things mine would I forsake
Of thy love might I partake

Faire Gwendolyn, easily, would I spurn
This broken kingdom sure return

My king, betrayal, I would not have shown
Had thy beauty then been known

And now with greate sorrow do I behold
Thy sweet love and fairness untold

Your servant in all things, Lancelot

Comments about The Ballad Of Jayne, A Poem To My Wife by James Jarrett

  • (7/28/2008 11:49:00 AM)

    A poignant rendition my friend. Any past transgressions....surely forgiven! In fact this might get you a free pass to sow further wild oats. Got to admit you're pretty smooth. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 20, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 20, 2008

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