O Dearest Madam A!

The four and ten I hid

Only a midst the script.

My pen had sealed the lead,

The keys within the crypt.

 

The old Lores of the North;

In fifth of every year;

From the flamed heart borne forth.

In order they’ll appear.

 

Indeed so fond truly

I am, what can I say?

I've writ it just for thee

O dearest Madam A!

 

Reviews

[one sky]

Haha! A young heart admiring somebody. It's natural.

You are a brilliant young poet. I can see in your work that you have that skill in crafting words. Nice concept, rhyme and rhythm.

Good job!