Poetry Collection Dedicated To My Mother's Memory |
My entires so far in laurencia's campfire - "Invalid Item" combined. As yet untitled. To be titled eventually. Untitled Passion blazes in her eyes As she studies his countenance Tempting winter night's dance Laced with pleasure and lies.... One heart's passion not to be denied, Treacherous deception, laced promises defy, Moonlight beckons and calls to her soul, True lover's desire this prince will never know.... Shall Rebecca succumb where now lies a king, Or heed the noble calling, the promise ring? The touch of fire may win the day, But what of trust and honesty, what would they say? Shall her choice be ruled by the fleeting passion? Will Bootes be there through all life fashions? Shall the steady prince claim her heart? Will she call him back, never more to part? Betrayal, it seems, is a one way street, Rebecca's destiny, when will she meet? Will Bootes believe the child within Was blessed product of their earthly sin? Is either man fit for this one? At day's end when all's undone The Prince would judge but not confess Is Bootes made of the same cloth or less? |