Love Poem: Waxing Lyrical

Waxing Lyrical

Waxing Lyrical



‘Tis true
Thou arte more fair than this high ridden morn
More enamoured of you ‘pon a suns corona
This heart beating is

And with mirth does it rise
Its resuscitation on a break-ed light
Bandies nought with shade
But cavorts thus on a mysteries wing

Flight of angels thou do become
By prescience more

And yea, shall I walk ‘neath a palladiums light
Twas seared in mine soul
Of her

No more fortune than this my soul desireth 

‘Tis Ma’Lady

As she steeped ‘ont the lilly
Her pale foot stepped ‘pon penumbras edge
Trod she so, with delicate
And cast thus into this heart

And I betwixed eclipse
More enamoured of her than ‘pon the suns corona
This beating heart is