As I traverse this boundless, sandy plain
With the sun flogging me like flames of Hell,
With the warm, western wind whispering to me
Of Sidney's amorous odes to his treasured Stella,
I spy a tender vision clad in gold,
With misty ruby lips and topaz hair --
With Autumn amber eyes -- a sapphire smile --
Like precious jewelry -- delicate and rare.
At first account I think it a mirage,
For Aphrodite only graces pages
Of ancient Greek tomes, all but forgotten
With myths of Muses and hoary mages.
But, as is human, my thoughts are in err,
And with noble marvel my trembling face
Is creeping by inches to taste the sweet
Ambrosia of her angelic embrace.
I am assured she's not a delusions
For my falt'ring fingers verily feel
The immortal embers that slowly churn
Inside her fireplace -- sans doute, she is real.
Yes, my dear, I wave the solemn white flag,
For my heart has usurped my mind's control,
And no longer am I able to duel
With these feelings that lance through my soul.
Here's a poem I wrote a while back...it is written in a style that is out of vogue today, but nonethless it reads well. It seems to me that not too many love poems are written today...
This poem is one of many published by the EServer, a nonprofit collective.