My rendition of what hopefully happened... |
*The Passionate Shepherd's Final Plea To His Love* ( my version of the conclusion, ) inspired from " The Passionate Shepherd To His Love" and " The Nymphs Reply To The Shepard" by Christopher Marlowe and Sir Walter Raleigh<br> <br> I never spoke rivers seize to rage, nor denied disease of winter brings the flowers to fade, surely there will come nights that our home be plaqued with cold, and indeed Father Time ensures our bones will grow old...<br> <br> How can I promise you truth in every shepherd's tongue, when I am the only one? However everlasting youth is quite possible, if you look past your worldly presumptions of love...<br> <br> Tangible were never thy cap nor kirtle, neither beds of roses nor gown or anything embroidered in myrtle, merely metaphors my love, in attempts to swoon, for all I can truly offer you, are all my remaining suns and moons... <br> <br> From behind a wall of protection you stand, armed with daggers of doubt that you throw at each man, who ever so tries to untie a layer of twine, that you've entraped yourself under meant to be there for all time...<br> <br> But if from behind that wall you've built ,my love, you are not compelled to move, your heart I'm afraid, it will wither and die, and you'll never know of any love..<br> <br> So come live with me and be my love, and all that has left my lips, I'll prove, together we'll build a foundation, and watch it grow under golden hues... <br> <br> You've never heard laughter, like that of a child's echoing through the hills, so welcoming that from miles, birds will flock to perch upon our windowsills<br> <br> What say you my dear precious? from that stubborn wall shall you be moved? Or shall I knock down each brick until my last dieing breath to ask once more to come be my love....<br> <br> <br> <br> |