My passion, O my Lion Heart, has eyes
As rich as midnight in a sable vale,
Where hidden crystal fountains ever rise
To bless the moonlight with their music pale.
They're far more warming than the finest tea,
Steaming and fragrant from a land of spice,
O they're the soul of fire and the sea,
And they're the dream, the peace of Paradise!
His eyes are moons, my soul's the leaping sea
That beats like a great heart upon the shore,
And dances in his gaze, ardent and free,
Like legioned waves that in their glory roar.
His eyes: eyes are the portals of the soul;
Those sacred eyes whose warm tears made me whole.
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My passion, O my Lion Heart, has eyes
As rich as midnight in a sable vale,
Where hidden crystal fountains ever rise
To bless the moonlight with their music pale.
I loved those lines.
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Thank you ever so dearly!
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Beautiful! Now just who is this guy with such captivating eyes? Want to share him?
Love,
Amera♥
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Have Saber the Sabertooth whop him over the head with the Paw of Thunder and make him come back to me, but then I won't introduce him unless you put on him an elvish spell to insure his appropriate behavior to you, however wild. What ever you want dear elf!
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Oh, this IS a most superb love sonnet! Sharp, crisp, and excellent all around with twice potent and splendidly powerful meter! I loved it!!
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Thank you! Your high opinion makes me feel most rare!
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