My Princess

by Stephen Levant   Jun 27, 2017


Princess:
Though seen from so far afar, thou hast captured me. Dare I flee? Nay! That I might rush to your beauty! Succulent, sweet, dew-covered blossom, as you are the seat and nurturer of man’s loving passion, would that I could be afforded my fondest dream and undeserved privilege to be bound to thy troth. Howbeit, I bask in wave upon wave of the shadow of thy indwelt splendors? Let action be the voice, allow, and suffer me buried in thy lower eye. Such beauty, Such beauty! Shakespeare never knew me. Yea, he spoke for me noting that the charm of your music hath soothed savage breast. In Rostand’s fictionalized account of Cyrano, Savinien knew me not. How could he not though? Desire moved him to like purpose of passion. Such desire! Cover me that I might feel your shadow and light; thought and substance. Task, beg, cajole, summon, press...I will but do by your leave. Such desire!

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  • 11 months ago

    by Erin Cruise

    Absolutely love this!! Great poem!!

  • 1 year ago

    by Ren

    So glad this is nominated! Like Mel Liz said, JUST WOW!! Amazing write!

    • 1 year ago

      by Stephen Levant

      As Presbyter John and I met in the even' and consorted as we were wont to do, over flagons of ale, he assured me that the passion of her heart would pierce the outer shell and gaze 'pon the countenance within. :-)

  • 1 year ago

    by mossgirl19

    Hello, Stephen. Oh wow! Just wow. I love everything Old English. And I love this very much. This is so sweet. This is so beautiful! Such a lovely breathtaking write.

    • 1 year ago

      by Stephen Levant

      Thank you so much! The Bard and I (Shakespeare) are old friends. He is one of my many inspirations. When music wells up within the soul, it must needs be released. :-)

    • 1 year ago

      by mossgirl19

      Now that is very cool, Steph! You should introduce me to him sometime. And what lovely music wells up in your soul. I am able to nominate now, and I think this deserves it.

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