Elven Love(Rictameter)

by PS   Apr 6, 2006


Archer
my fighting elf
pointed ears that hear me
call, the arrow shoots the emerald
leaves sheilding the sacred haunt of amour
a place where we together meet
alone to feel the heat
love me, my fierce
archer

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  • 18 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    A most rousing rictameter, very nicely done Poonam, great job!!!

  • 18 years ago

    by Simon Hayes

    This is magnificent! A spledid poem. Passionate and beautifully written!

  • 18 years ago

    by Roopa

    Yay i love this poem!

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