Oh thou fairest among women
Daughter of the Duke of Hamsfort
Thou has captured my heart
Beyond the discernment of humans
Each day that passeth strengthens my love for thee
Thou hast ravished my heart
And rendered my cerebral activities useless
With thy smile that shineth like the sun
Oh thou Cleopatra my beloved
How my heart acheth for thy love
Thine eyes are as the eyes of pure doves
Thy lips are as lilies found in the precious garden of Beaufort
Thy nose are pointed like flower bullets ready to shoot
Even thy mouth smelleth of very sweet fragrance
Oh my beloved Cleopatra, do not withdraw thy love from me.
Oh Lord Thomas of FordSmith
Why art thou not resting in thy chambers
Why does thou choose to be here
And flatter thy royal maiden with words of praise
Thy countenance frightens me, my Lord.
Be not afraid, my beloved
For thy Lord Thomas meaneth no harm for thee
Thou art just too fair to be allowed out of my sight
For thy bosoms are just like Oranges in their prime
Ready to be plucked by a fair man of royalty as I
My bosom look not like Oranges
Neither art they going to be anywhere near thy cunning hands.
Pardon me, fair lady of Hamsfort
Thou be not provoked by my choice of words
For thy astonishing beauty has kidnapped my intelligence
And caused my Oratory abilities to stand still
Making my head devoid of appropriate words to use.
Come with me in my ferry of love
While we sail away to a faraway land
A land no one knoweth
A sweet Paradise where no one shall find us
Come with me, I plead.
I come not
For thy devious ways are known to me
As well as thine escapades
Neither am I blind to what thy other maidens have suffered in thy hands
Thou cannot lure me with such words of sweetness.
POET’S NOTE: Decided to try my hands on something Shakespearean and somewhat of Old English pattern. Just hoping my attempt isn’t disastrous. However, thou art free to give thy beloved maiden feedback. 🙂