PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

while his voice

so like the pant of a lion prowling

rustled softly at her lobe

my sweet Jane

how you move me so

I am your captive

your tarnished gem

the old fool who watches you ceaselessly

as you pass by his chamber's window

beyond these walls

no real life awaits

how I use to loathe the very sight of

these confines

this terrible place

and now

(deep sigh)

such dread no more

for you are here

breathing a fresh breath

into the very fibers

of this once gut twisting prison

a familial home

that use to mock

the return of its deprived

landowner son

with one look

you alone but save me

other than my love

my life

my very sanity to bargain

I cannot better repay you

so thank you

thank you verily

Dearest Loveliest Jane

for in my eyes you are

lovelier and fresher than

any heather that grows on the

heath...................

( written Feb. 6, 2007 2am)