In response to my not-so-anonymous knight
(Bleh. I'm horrible with poetry...)
You're not the first knight to seek my heart.
Nor the first to write lines of romance.
He too, his name did not impart,
But that's not the way to advance.
Anonymity is not what I am seeking
I need one that I can truly know.
One, whom without speaking,
Can say what his mind might show.
I thank you kindly for your note,
And ask you to grant me pardon.
Your feelings shown I can't promote.
Yet I beg your heart not to harden.
Dear knight, you truly are my friend
This friendship I wish to continue on.
I hope that this it can transcend.
And that it will not be withdrawn.
You're not the first knight to seek my heart.
Nor the first to write lines of romance.
He too, his name did not impart,
But that's not the way to advance.
Anonymity is not what I am seeking
I need one that I can truly know.
One, whom without speaking,
Can say what his mind might show.
I thank you kindly for your note,
And ask you to grant me pardon.
Your feelings shown I can't promote.
Yet I beg your heart not to harden.
Dear knight, you truly are my friend
This friendship I wish to continue on.
I hope that this it can transcend.
And that it will not be withdrawn.
I hope the poem I sent wasn't too rash. Sometimes I don't write the poems; the poems just tend to write themselves. Anyway, I read your last blog and, on impulse, sent the poem. Do we play the game where you guess who I am, or do you already know who this is?
ReplyDeleteTHIS IS ADORABLE.
ReplyDeleteNo need for me to guess. I already know who you are. What guy, who likes me, and who also reads my blog, writes poetry? The pieces fit.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I make it too easy sometimes.
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