Between two boulders, monolithic
Lone knight rides on quest, specific.
Heart’s desire, no lust for gold
Just TRUE love as in stories told.
Armor tarnished, dust of leagues
Love’s long journey, horse fatigues.
Resenting rest, yet needing sleep
Enters in to night’s safe keep.
New day has dawned, determination
Hope in breast, great expectation
Path by lake, so lonely long
Beckons with love’s siren song.
His treasure of desires, so near
Sweet flowered scents in air, calm fear.
In patch of sun, a grassy glade
By nearby copse, sits fair young maid.
Arms reach upward, lifting helm
Dismounts his steed, now in her realm
Flashing eyes, full lips, beguiling
Doe soft skin on face now smiling.
Long saddled legs walk, tenuous
His iron and mail, now strenuous.
She rises to his slow advance
Eyes locked in thoughts of fresh romance.
Shedding skin of steel, unbound
Buried thoughts of love, refound.
Fingers tremble, love’s first touch
Never felt a feeling, such.
Unwavering gazes, fascination
Bodies flushed, no machinations
Deep embrace, the other’s frame
Softly whisper, given name.
Melded bodies swirl, as one
Gently laid in patch of sun
Love warmed souls, emotions burst
In passion’s pool, now deep immersed
Their bodies spent now, satisfaction
Smoldering gaze, no need for action
Entwined fingers clasp and hold
First chapter of their love is told.
End of quest now found, rejoice
Their silent love now given voice
TRUE love was found, with joy and laughter
Thus was born, “Happily ever after.”
By James Geehring