Little flame, soft as silk,
What thing dost thou portend?
What hope for thee within me
Being grown to unknown end?
A flutter, rush, an extra beat,
My heart can’t keep apace,
When the one whose eyes are gems
Is set before my face.
My breath comes short, my gaze is fixed,
There is none to compare.
My all I’d give to see her pleased
No ounce of blood I’d spare.
No princess on the earth could take
My mind off of this Princess’ face,
Her craft and voice and wit and grace,
Leave me without a care
For foolishness, misplacing trust,
Divulging all secrets.
For much or naught that comes of this,
I’ll never feel regret.
In latest hours and early morn
All thought has been directed
Unto this paragon of perfection
And how to show what she’s suspected…
For fear lives in the unmade mind,
But love is for the bold.
Who could deny this radiant shine?
What heart could remain cold?
Before this emerald star I melt.
This coming queen and refined saint.
Fantastic, peerless, joyful, flawless,
Beneath her gaze my head feels faint.
A laugh, a smile, a second look,
A deeper knowledge held,
Affinity for fantasy,
O that our thoughts could meld!
It must be known and I must say,
“You are the one I want!
Most beautiful and wond’rous
Pouring blessing like a fount!”
Those eyes that fade from blue to green
Leave me adrift at sea.
With little hopes to grasp to float
Until she rescues me.
Imperfect man and yet I must
Set forth in quest to earn her trust
To lift her chin and crown her head
And shower her with purest mead.