A Valentine tale of time long ago.
In a hidden golden land
beyond the rainbow,
standing
only a heartbeat away,
there lives a smitten lady
who looks forlorn,
love-sick eyes
tired, turn yet again to search skies
from whence
her Valentine departs
on winter clouds to bring his heart.
She, only half alive,
breathing
long and low, sighs,
as love's deathly
pallor covers soft cheeks
and time stands still,
but she meekly
waits,
sure her Knight will arrive.
Such hunger she feels for his love,
alive
and beating
her heart now abates in desire,
as all will be sated when
he arrives,
passion will then become fired,
and she set free.
Ah... many a man also waits. :). wonderful poem lady fay!