Melora, my lady
By katraylor
Melora, my lady, i pine for you so it seems that i left you an eon ago and yet with the striking of clocks in the tower i see that the time has been barely an hour can you hear, on the whisper of silver-shot wind the mist-eaten cries of a lover in pain? i dare not come forward to kiss your fair feet, but weep like a lunatic here in the street. Melora, my lady, i beg you to say you'll allow me to visit your parlors one day i'll dress in my finest, and make not a sound, but gaze at you silently, watching you pay pretty compliments to your fine suitors, while i slip silently off to the gardens to cry. oh, do you remember the sigh of the swans' wings that day when i met you at Huntington Park? it took but a glance, but your briefest attention and now i am chained, like a slave, to your heart. Melora, my lady, come home with me now- i'll see that you lack nothing i can bestow! we'll sit by the window as sunset draws near and i'll whisper forever-words into your ear. Melora, my lady: I love you, my dear.Another one I just composed... I sort of like it, but I'm not sure it flows right. Suggestions? Written February 3rd, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 02:05 PM PST 10 • 0 • 8
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"Melora, my lady, i pine for you so..."