O Little Flame

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.