Not Flowers

by Skyler   Jan 30, 2016


Petal and stem are fleeting things;
They fade; they fall; and die away
But you, my love, bear the soul of kings
Through coldest night and harshest day

So I think not of fragile flowers
When your emerald gaze would have me kneel
But the ever-burning, righteous powers
Of battle cries and ringing steel

For my Elessar will brave the fight
No matter what, it seems, the cost
For she knows she must do what is right
And not all those who wander are lost...

And though your face is elven fair
And though your beauty, heaven-made
I chose this token with great care
Not flowers, but a mighty blade

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  • 1 year ago

    by zvikov

    Nice poem, Love is not flowers, we fight for it.