Gentlest spirit of all, I stare at her in lieu
Of all the times she would wish to do the same.
And watching her now, sip the morning dew
I want her to see me and whisper my name.
But I remain furtive, a memory retraced
After she told me, only moments ago
Her vow to the Father to remain chaste
As I mutely declared to never let her know
How I followed each and every footstep
Chasing her scent and something from the past
When she left my side last night thinking I slept
While all the affecting questions remain unasked.
The Blackthorn holds savage tonight dear Hestia
Tonight, tonight, it will not shed a single tear.
Man, you brought some great on this one..
“Gentlest spirit of all, I stare at her in lieu
Of all the times she would wish to do the same.
And watching her now, sip the morning dew
I want her to see me and whisper my name.”
This is magical.. Impressive writing, my friend!
Thanks, Rome, your comments are appreciated.
*You brought some heat (not great) on this..
Still great! Haha
this is a realm of poetry rarely touched well. you touched it beautifully
Thanks, G, I’m pleased you think so!