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To: Old Sarge; All

But think of age I must this do
as days roll off the calendar true
a hurried notion in the wind
hurry, hurry, you must love him
in twilight's glow -in dawn's dim light
a heart filled with love
is her delight
ye knight's always on the go
riding steeds into moon-glow
with the wind at your back and
you eyes set straight
the battle your love
her at the gate your reward
a starlight night, your romance
the next battle your only chance
to keep her love alive in you
as you come to castle yon
your Lady Fair in velvet rich
your heart full of a well world known
her heart kept there in the home

Your sights on the next horizon
your back as you leave is in her vision
a starless night when you go
and heavens set for all aglow on your return
you are her sun and stars and moon
and she her world is filled with you
and singing songs in low tones now
while your heart happy on the field
and lonely path
with horse and sword
and a troubadours song

bentfeather
02.17.05

848 posted on 02/17/2005 7:05:34 PM PST by Soaring Feather
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To: bentfeather

Dearest One, a life of swords
must be lived by some,
if Beauty shall survive,
for this, and for other things
this Knight shall always strive,

No further accolades I require,
than your ever-bright desire,
Fear not for what the future might bring.
Many die - but only a few really live!

851 posted on 02/17/2005 7:16:17 PM PST by Old Sarge (In for a penny, in for a pound, saddlin' up and Baghdad-bound!)
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