*request - love poem*
To The One Called Richard
Why Sir! Yes. Yes, I do
see you there!
Just as the cat stretches
for attention,
Your words do draw the
eyes,
And angry men, not to
mention.
I, but a humble and
gorgeous elf,
Used to words of the most
gracious kind,
Though seem to laugh, when
in your company,
Albeit your words are
raunchy, I find.
You're not of the fairest
elves, that's a fact.
But of those toiling
humans, no pointy ears,
No proper courtesy, or
graceful, lithe frame,
But of those heavy guts
from too many beers!
I may sway, though I will
not admit,
To those, manly
charms, you pose,
Your way with words, so
very suggestive,
Nothing sweet or beautiful
as a rose.
But your rough, worked
hands,
May just tempt, may just
cause to yearn,
My heart to beat an extra
beat,
Alighting a flame within
to burn,
So, though I would not so
say,
That to a human I am
swayed,
But it's true I do look
your way,
My Father, our union, will
forbade
The Fairest of the Elves,
Haizea Zurine Wolfe
Elven
Princess of the the Clan of Wolfe
Edited by Haizea Zurine Wolfe - 14 Jul 2011 at 06:45