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Lady... you disappear so

My Sweet Lady
the weekend and away you go
you disappear so.
the nights and days pass
rushing and moving yet fast
will ever a moment come
that will cause a slowing to last.
Angel of beauty in the picture
you an object, my mind's fixture...
flirtations and fleeting of a glance
the lacking is as deadly as my opponent's lance.
the essence of courtly love...
our base, from Her moon above
set the tone
as the sun succumbs to our moon.
visions I have of you sitting alone
the pondering knight as I am
wonders in the dark of night
continuing my wonders at the promise of morning's light.
How do I venture and where,
so that my raving maiden will, once so close, will reappear..
are there more activities...called like the past faire
such that we can use as disguise,
a way that we might surmise,
or could we just chance a meeting on the splendor of some grass
before the coming of future snow and all else that will come to pass
does in the creed of the art of courtly love, does not ever a meeting prevail.
so that moments alone will be less like a ship drifting, bellowing her sails.
your knight had no courage to brush against you the other day
yet now I think and wish...the setting of motion into play
and so it is once more Sunday,
I have a little time to read more and more,
into the old religions and her lore.
take care, My Beauty...
not a moment ventures by
that you are not present within me
being the glimmer in my eye…
how fate plays and duels with a blade
which to it is made..
doubled edged
the sword is so often said.
Written by mysticstones
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