After seeing this picture the following
words came into my head as the lady
was looking pensively disheartened.

Tudor Love-Note.

Dearest,
my Knight,
love-lorn and ageing this heart
as I wait.

Undeclared,
thy love remains stonily silent
has coldness
of granite which surrounds me
each day.

Speak thee, kind Sire.

Sendest
word to me soon of thy tender
affection,
or swooning, I mayest regret
thy part
in not keeping heartbreak
at bay.

Karin Anderson
This is written with such empathy Fay with the eloquent style of yesteryear you do so well. I think the picture is so interesting. Sometimes in a magazine there is a contest with a photo similar to this, where one has to write what they think the person is saying. I am sure yours would win the competition!

Scarlett Angel
exquisite piece Fay...so beautifully written

Ency Bearis
An excellent classic poem.... and I agree with Shakespeares - those were the days

Ken e Hall
Very nice Fay the words fit perfect ..though I think she has dropped an ear ring ...ooow Tuder times could she not loose her head? loved it as usual regards

Simply Bono Razek
how beautiful this is ! I believe you've described this lady to the " T "~ nice / very nice. thank you for your recent comments they're most appreciated~take care.

Nikunj
nice expressions , I like the flow and the context ...though I donno much about Tudor ...

Sandra Martyres
This is brilliant Fay...I love the words, the style and ofcourse teh strong Tudor flavour...

carol
love that time in history your words compliment the picture