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To My Lady. - Poem by Sir Knight of words

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

Comments about To My Lady. by Sir Knight of words

  • (10/7/2006 10:14:00 PM)

    Such wonderful words to your maiden fair (Report) Reply

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  • Linda Ori (4/15/2006 10:40:00 AM)

    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!
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  • (4/13/2006 10:19:00 PM)

    Now that's my kind of a guy! Thanks for the romantic read this evening. Nice poem. Sincerely, Connie Webb (Report) Reply

  • (4/13/2006 8:58:00 PM)

    A wonderful tribute to the lady.The last two stanzas are my favorite.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, June 28, 2013

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