Vows

What is truly at stake in a heartfelt confession? To know the way we truly feel, in Language defined per eternal traditions? "The subject does not speak, but is spoken by language." - Jacques Lacan

I stutter 'fore thy waiting eyes,
And lose sight of truths rehearsed,
Whilst lines on gilded pages 'guise,
The whims and ways of bleeding hearts-

O' words desert my scattered self!
For the odes of those that proudly preach...
Yet my falling soul I cannot save;
Once more, once more unto the breach!

Through the depths dead histories keep,
Forth empires of letters raised,
For I but seek an unwrit leaf-
My ownmost vows, if worth thy grace?

I gather for thy doubting eyes,
Something borrowed and something new,
The finest words that I could find,
And a lifetime to prove them true.

Reviews

[Jimmy Crapped Corn]

Great poem, humbles ke greatly, but that's good for me. Thanks

[Carrie]

Hope, love mystery. Looking into the future

[Carrie]

Hope, love mystery. Looking into the future

[Gray C. Sweet]

Wow! Are you a romance era poet reborn? This is beautiful, thank you!

[Swagato Saha]

Glad you like it. Thank you.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

congratulations you are the first prize

[S€H@J]

Loved thy elegance and style
Thy wording choice is way too good

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Love it very romantic thanks for entry