The Comfort of Ones Heart!

Dedicated to a Maiden Fair!

Ah! Sweet Maiden fair, to be or not to be …

The windmill of my mind answers back

“To love or not to love”

For if my heart died a thousand times

Unlike Macbeth ... sleep no more, sleep that knit’s up the ravel sleeve of care! I would loose no sleep and love you more!

Although I would fear a disappearing loss of you

Forever the flame of my love would live

For my love of you, would never end

It’s burns eternal

Regretting naught, but how does one say

Sweet Maiden fair … to be or not to be yours …

My soul enslaved, a slave to ever belong to only one and that one is thee!

Aye, there’s the rub

For how could I tear my lonely heart in two

And give just one half of it to you

For do not I have another half

Which also belongs to you!

Alas a coward of love I be, how does one such as I

Release my burning tortured heart of thee

My Venus, Goddess of love, Aphrodite of my s*xual dreams & desires, Goddess of my universe, my Virgin Queen, my Nymph, Goddess of the sea

Aye, there’s the rub, I am alone but my love cries out ever more for you and you will not set me free!

Romanticism Poetry
By
JimEee