Ariadne (Acrostic Poem) Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos

A name that sounds so very sweet,
.in Plato’s tongue it means purest,
.without a doubt here I will tell
.that it fits you so very well.
Reflect, it does, right pulchritude,
.shown by your thoughts and attitude,
.and sure I am that you remain,
.live up to it never in vain.
I deem myself truly lucky,
.your precious you gave to me,
.writer so insignificant
.wallowing in near extreme want.
All fears in life I’ve cast aside
.with your love as my constant guide,
.whatever woes shall on me call,
.your love will sure weather them all.
Dearest, your love I do liken,
.to thread, in myth that was written,
.that your namesake to Theseus gave,
.led him out labyrinthian cave.
Never again will I find one,
.when the time comes you will be gone,
.with heart and love so pure and true
.as the good Lord has given you.
Ergo, my love, I hereby pledge
.your love I will ever cherish,
.from here up to Oblivion’s edge,
.until the whole world shall vanish.