Latest Forum Posts:

Categories

Prince Of Rings

Tags: love

She calls me her laureate in my dreams
Although distant, I feel her pulse
As I whisper a prayer of evergreens
With a tear dripping from the candlelight
Like a star of emerald from her beautiful eyes
Glowing like a halo of harps and strings.
She calls me her laureate and Prince of Rings

And as the dawn open its wings
With a song of love, my maiden fair
In my glorious vision of daylight
The hearth's flame imperial red on your lips
Like roses on a vine of poetic wine
Sweet as the doves of heaven-bound
She calls me her laureate and Prince of Rings

 

This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than storiesspace.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.

To link to this poem from your site - please use the following code:

<a href="https://www.storiesspace.com/stories/poetry/-prince-of-rings-.aspx"> Prince Of Rings </a>

Comments (3)

Tell us why

Please tell us why you think this story should be removed.

Reason