Love

by Chris David - Not entered

I'll sing of heroes, and of kings.
In mighty numbers, mighty things.
Begin, my muse; But is the strings
To my great song rebellions prove
The strings will sound of naught but love 
I broke them all, and put on new;
These sure said will me obey;
These sure hersic notes will play
Straight I began Thundering Love
and all the immortals powers, but love
Love smiled, and from my empassionant lyre
came gentle airs such as inspire
Melting Love, and soft desire.
Farewell then heroes, farewell kings
and mighty numbers and mighty things
Love turns my heart just as my strings.

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-07-25 18:43:29
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:27
Poem ID: 50253

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