Crisp new morning.

This crisp new morning, that promises much.
In hushed moments, recalling,
castles and knights,
fair ladies, and heroic deeds,
rewarded with a kiss, from a young lady fair,
just beyond the mist, that story sits waiting.

Keeping step with your stride, lingering over fancy,
turning my head back, recalling,
Lion’s rearing, on shield and swords,
as battles were fought, for wit and honor,
just beyond the mist, that story sits waiting.

Looking deeper into you, as the view grows smaller,
capturing your face in my eye, recalling,
promises made, commitments kept,
as love came into bloom, and took root,
just beyond the mist, that story to, lies waiting.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

2 thoughts on “Crisp new morning.

  1. Ah, mists and castles, knights and lions on shields… Arthurian poetry is so romantic!

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