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Ode To A Princess

I would give thee a bed a roses,
But the wind blew it away.
For want of such I give thee poises,
Yet they ever so quickly fade.

In life, in lust, in love,
Substantial adornments rarely last:
The span of a white-feathered dove,
The trail as the seasons pass.

Might as one try, it surely cannot be.
Though noblest of nature's bounty
Lay scattered amidst one's feet,
They cannot do justice to thee.

They could never do justice to thee.

If I could pluck the moon from the sky
And run back home to you and say,
'Do not take what I say a lie;
Let this be your light when remist of day.'

Or, swimming, I will gladly gather
Magnificent host of shiny shells
Or, perhaps, some starfish rather-
Alas! To have them crack and fell.

Might as one try, it surely cannot be,
Though noblest of nature's bounty
Lay scattered amidst one's feet,
They cannot do justice to thee.

They could never do justice to thee.

What hope have I, if your love to keep-
Just as these gifts, I am the same.
Born of the earth, I begin to weep,
I own nothing, not even my name.

Oh loveliest Princess, what can I ail?
How can I beg you to be mine?
You are the lake my boat doth sail,
The flame that makes my heart shine.

Your brilliance is akin to that of the sun,
Yet humbly hidden beneath robes of grey.
I feel my life has just begun,
While with you upon ethereal hillsides we lay.

Oh benevolent muse, Erato, I ask of you one favor:
Let me transcribe the words you inspire.
Gentle and sweet, so my love might savor
Them as one would music from your lyre.

Forgive me Princess, the ailment is mine,
I struggle to find the right words to say.
Please lie with me on the shores of time,
And let my expressions come as they may.

Do not hesitate to ask what you will.
My whole entirety is yours.
No question shall be considered nil.
Open always are my heart's doors.

If from such acts you take pleasure,
I shall embrace you till the dawn.
That the rising sun we both may treasure,
Till the chills of night be gone.

It would be a small thing to forgo
The loneliness of seclusion infernal.
And a greater thing to forever show
My undying love for you enternal.

by Orran Ainmire

Comments (3)

you needn't be apologetic about your poem. its so beautifully written. If there was no romance what do we romantics live on? Your princess is indeed lucky to have you as a lover.
a marvellous writes.........ride on........
To all who take the time to view my poem: I'm aware it's rather cliche. I wrote it a long time ago while I was still a romantic, but I felt I needed to add something even if it isn't held in very high regard. Well, whatever you may think, don't hesitate to speak your minds.