My lady of the midnight skies
with tender heart and starstruck eyes
I thinkest of ye by the moon
and hopest I returneth soon,
I pleasure thoughts of ye with me
below the lakeside willow tree
where fondest memories of love
between us both were spoke thereof,
My mind dost like a feather be
that floats upon a summer breeze
and hast no wish to land or flee
but drifts in thoughts I have of thee,
I still remain your valiant knight
as all I hold of thee is bright
and thinkest of thee on my quest
Ah, the knight has a tender side that is beautiful to behold. Such a whimsical writing from such a seasoned crusader. Wonderful imagery, and so carefree! Lovely! Linda
Now that's my kind of a guy! Thanks for the romantic read this evening. Nice poem. Sincerely, Connie Webb
A wonderful tribute to the lady.The last two stanzas are my favorite. Patricia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such wonderful words to your maiden fair