Your Fairy Tale Hero Has Come

Given half a chance, I find a horse.
I'd put on armor, and I'd madly
Gallop up to you, and, in a great,
Heroic voice, I'd say, “Come, maiden,
Be my love,” and you would, as you
Batted lashes, mount the horse
Behind me, and you would become
My love, and, given an entire chance,
That horse would lead us, as we
Kissed, into a meadow, in a wood,
In which we'd lay, and stay forever,
Fragrant flowers first, and, later,
Pressed into a fairy tale, the sort
That, though I haven't either armor
Or a beast to ride, inspires me to
Gallup to your desk (which isn't
In a meadow), to attempt, again,
To croak, “Come, maiden, be
My love.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-04-17 at 14:05

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