The Heart That Pleaseth Me Poem by Otega A

Thus sayeth Milady
Thus sayeth her that seateth on d throne of ivory
Queen over great treasures; Queen over the land foreseen
"Let it be mine the greatest & pricest of thy heart;
I'd refuse it not this time"

Thus sayeth my heart
Thus sayeth the man that hurdles with a petal of rose,
Nothing I have is compareth to worthy of bringing thee
But to d corners of d world I'll sail
To find the best, to find d shinest of them all.
All noon & night I'll sail to find that worthy of bringing thee.

Hoist the sails lads,
Lads, hoist the sails
Milady seekest a thing 2 still the heart that pleaseth me!

O sailors, O sailors
The Rubies of the North, we have
The Sapphires of the South, we have
But I hear her gates are made from these
And her pavements behold the bests of these

O sailors, O sailors
The gold of the West, we have
The diamonds of the East, we have
But I hear her courts are built from these,
I hear her treasuries are a mountain of these

My head is vague, but my heart is sane
Thus did sayeth Milady;
But thus did sayeth her that is Graced ruler on the land I crave,
"Bringeth my heart the genuineness of thine; I vow to forsake it not".
Upon d gold, diamonds, sapphires, and rubies I hold,
I sit but with a petal of rose in hand

I wouldn't be d first, but I'll be d last
Stack the drums mountain-high with apples
And hoist the sails; the wind will caress us at sea
The bay of Milady I must return
To still the heart that pleaseth me with my petal of rose
That she smileth upon it
To still the man that hurdles with a petal of rose.