What can a gypsy do to turn the head
Of one bright knight upon this starry eve?
The truest words would turn my pale cheeks red
And draw his eyes to these green satin sleeves.
I'd have him never know my sin-stained past,
Yet long to have him know my very soul.
Knight, take me far away and take me fast
Where trees grow tall and lush green hillocks roll.
I'd have you take me to a foreign land
And sleep by me on its enchanted shore;
The moon above, below the moon-lit sand.
To feel as though I've never loved before!
What can I say to make you kiss these lips?
But not with lust, but purest love - unstained.
For time, like sand, falls off my finger tips
And I can't waste my life on something feigned.
Why do I speak in words so negative?!
For surely I can't view you with disdain.
Love, it is true, is the one word relative!
So often have your words relieved my pain!
What can this gyspsy do to turn your head,
You sweet adventure seeking knight of night?
Whatever prize you seek... seek me instead.
Go wander, wander, yes but not from sight...
Author notes
option #5
For Lone Defender
A contest entry
- Some options... by Lone Defender.
1450 points, ended August 7, 2008, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Splendid, showing a great insight into love and lust and what the modern era calls "relatioship". Perfectly done in every regard, so lovely and so ineffably sad! One of your best. Absolutely superb!!!
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Outstanding
This is sohisticated with subtle rhymes that do not detract from the rest of the poem. The language is romantic and well-chosen. Over-all a great piece of poetry. Best of luck in the contest.
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There's little I can say about this one, because I can't find words complimentary enough. You have a quality about your work that brings the classics to mind, that same timeless intangible that leaves me wanting to read it again and again.
Perhaps a gypsy has already turned the head of her wandering knight.
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