5/18/2023 0 Comments Monochrome night time palette![]() He had been commissioned to take a message, That might help to ease her troubled mind. Why has she been able, the fragment to find?Īlthough she doesn’t think she has changed, She sees her nightdress lacks its furbelow.įern remembers her nightdress has a pocket, With no marks caused by the steed of the knight. Which is still lit by the silver moon’s light. His spurs lightly touch the horse’s flanks, Then turns his horse, back down the road to face. Saying, “Please take this favour with my love.” The old lace, from the lance, Fern does remove. The hem of her nightdress is lace trimmed, Then lowers his lance to touch her nightdress’s hem, The knight again does sit in stilly silence, Which Fern sees is a torn fragment of white lace. The knight lowers his lance to show his pennant, Though now the pennant on his lance is torn.Īnd caracoles to bring them face-to-face. “My Lady, quickly, please get you inside,Īpproaching through the night is a horse, She hopes that things will now not get worse. ![]() She hears the sound of a galloping horse. “’Tis not safe out at this time of night, Who replies to her, “Of course, my Lady.” Please come back and in your chamber bide.” Where the knight was, the grass is trampled, The knight still sits, patiently waiting.Īnd as she nears, the knight fades from sight. In her white nightdress she goes downstairs, There seems to be a disturbance in the air. Should she, for love, continue searching?Īt the stroke of midnight, there’s a change, Silver shards of moonlight lick the lawn. I promise you that no matter how hopeless I become I will find out for myself what it means to love you wholly, even if I have to find out from loving at a distance. Perhaps I'll see it in your heart or feel it in your touch one day if you feel the same regardless of what the world has sold me with their modern day poetry. Your love shouldn't have an expectation and my words don't need to have a proper diction. Your smile doesn't need to illuminate the room and my thoughts for you don't need an anchor. I don't think your eyes need starry skies or my stomach needs a million butterflies. Yet is it alright for me to say what I feel is love when I can't even tell myself what love is? When you focus so hard you ***** up and let out that silly sigh of aggravation and I feel such deep affection. I get it when you laugh to yourself or say something hardly above a whisper. I get it every time our eyes meet or you tilt your head and smile with your head in the clouds. How do I know it is love if none if my words describe it right as they should? It's painful, but I know it isn't something ominous or bad because it feels right. People say it's like a flutter but this is far too heavy to use such a light word to describe such a feeling. Yet my heart still drops when you walk into the room, even when your focus is a place far off. So how do I know it is love if it isn't as the words I've heard all my life describe? I don't see an endless sea or visions of a setting sun, no matter my determination. The world around me doesn't freeze or turn monochrome around everyone but you. I find it strange that when I look into your eyes I'm not met with an endless starry sky.
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