♕ |[73]| And yet, by heav'n, I think my love as rare
I dreamt when I was young, of course, of love,
But found mere echoes of brave lovers' words
Had not a raven to trade for a dove,
No lady's honor tried on rivals' swords.
And yet the words did work their cryptic art,
And for true love I could not help but yearn,
Longed for a worthy guardian for my heart,
For someone who would cause my blood to burn.
I wondered what fair shape my love would wear,
Weighed in my heart what beauty I loved best,
And yet, my years of dreams could not compare
To one with whom my love today does rest.
For all those books of lovers, fair and true,
I wouldn't lose a moment spent with you.
|[ ooc; not cursed, not even a little bit, but you bet he'll tell you he is 8) ]|
But found mere echoes of brave lovers' words
Had not a raven to trade for a dove,
No lady's honor tried on rivals' swords.
And yet the words did work their cryptic art,
And for true love I could not help but yearn,
Longed for a worthy guardian for my heart,
For someone who would cause my blood to burn.
I wondered what fair shape my love would wear,
Weighed in my heart what beauty I loved best,
And yet, my years of dreams could not compare
To one with whom my love today does rest.
For all those books of lovers, fair and true,
I wouldn't lose a moment spent with you.
|[ ooc; not cursed, not even a little bit, but you bet he'll tell you he is 8) ]|