Beatrice*

A poem in the troubadour mode Written for a lady whose name isn't Beatrice

She inspires me to sing a chanson

 of love about my love.

For mine heart pulses with love

for her, truly this lady is to be 

loved for her own self

She is indeed love personified.

 

She hast stolen mine heart.

 OH so sweetly doth she speak of love,

 her words caress mine ears, sending

tremors of delight to mine heart.

 Her words are our wedding song.

 

Her words, like Cupid's arrows wing their

way deep within mine heart

 Her poems writ of love by love

 are for lover's eyes only.

She is mine Goddess, mine Aphrodite

 Mine Muse mine inspiration!

 

I am a merrie man, she is gracious and charming

 This lady, mi Amorie, Ma Coeur--- we are learning

to love together--- Not the hormone driven love of youth

 but the harmonious love of maturity.

 That love that comes with belonging, and of knowing

without a doubt, with trusting, trusting without a second thought.

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

What is her name?

Oh my I think someone did get struck by cupids little arrow right in the heart and mind it seems. Yes this is very romantic, and very devoting to the one. It is beautiful when love finds a happy home like this. Nice write :)

[Valentine]

A very romantic poem..as you are prone to write..Kathie

[Chris38]

As alwayas thsi spoke to me of love and the feelings that come with it

[Miss Sally Sunshine]

Very nice. This is a great poem.

[Robin]

you are quite the chanteur , keep singing ...