To: Kathy in Alaska; laurenmarlowe; BIGLOOK; alfa6; EsmeraldaA; SandRat; mylife; TMSuchman; PROCON; ...
Late nestled on yon Venus' tender breast,
Young Cupid lay in torpid slumber bound.
Then, waking from that languid seat of rest,
He sighed, out-peering from his blind around.
Straight arrow fast against taut bowstring pressd.
And gallant swain he did at length espy:
Gave flight apace to fell dart quick and true,
That mounted through the clam'rous air on high,
That callow, rustic heart smote nigh full through.
And there engendered ardor yet to vie,
The heart of Rosaleen to win in love;
Who hath his suit ere now full high disdained.
Yet Venus, gazing down from throne above,
The gallant swain with speech of Love ordained,
Whence won the swain the hand of that sweet dove.
© Thomas J. Mitchell, 2008 - 2013
Genuflectimus non ad principem sed ad Principem Pacis!
Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)
posted on 02/13/2013 7:07:18 PM PST
(HM/2 USN, 3/5 Marines RVN 1969 - St. Michael the Archangel defend us in Battle!)
You’re a POET!
I did not know it.
posted on 02/13/2013 7:10:12 PM PST
by left that other site
(Worry is the darkroom that developes negatives.)
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