PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

If we met of luck or of design,

The answer to me is unknown,

Only with the gleam embedded in your eyes,

Are seeds of a tale sown.

Though there knights don't gallop

On steeds bred to nobility,

Nor maidens rest in ponds

Glazed with algae and tranquility.

In your eyes the ponds lay crusted

In layered browns that hide all green,

And any life that dare tread

Across boundaries drawn unseen.

Your intentions reside in the ponds,

Companioned with reason, love,

And me.

Burdened under waters and brown,

They stay trapped with no hope or key.

But patience is a requisite of life,

A fact I have learned without pride.

So I'll apply this lessen to you,

My love,

And assign time to be our guide.