A Tudor love-note.
For Thine Eyes Only.
Dearest,
my Knight,
lovelorn and ageing thy Lady's heart
in dire isolation awaits the one
who holds it in thrall.
Undeclared,
pledge of thy
care remains stonily silent in coldness
of granite which surrounds me
each tiresome day.
Write thee thy thoughts kind Sire.
Sendest
a message post haste
stating the case for expecting affection,
or swooning I mayest regret
thy part in delay.
Keep not
I pray thee more heartbreak at bay
else all my favours wilt wither
and die so do thou make
a ready reply.
Signed with
mine own delicate feelings and writ
for thine eyes only.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments4
my letter is in the post, signed and sealed safely for you my dearest poet friend.
BEAUTIFUL FAY ! Love the visual ~ Demure & Tudor ! Write to me only with thine eyes ~ and I'll reply with mine ! You are lovely ! Yours B.
Had me sighing and reaching for the paper (yes I still write using a fountain pen - what's one of them? I hear the youngsters ask)
Who's this Thine guy? Lucky fellow. A beautiful message sent back in time by the use of forsaken language, but the message is as old as time. When? A beautiful thing, this. - Phil A
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