Grace Me Should I Die, (Love Letters To A Lady Of Renown) Poem by Captain Cur

Gathering all past feelings,
relating them to this present moment
externalizing my utmost love and devotion
to that which I hold most sacred,
sculpting you in words,
making love rhyme synchronous
with reason, grasping onto you
at the end and beginning of my lines,
entwining you in mystery,
decoding you in verse,
imagining your presence,
enamored of your touch,
suffering your beauty,
administering your mind,
these things I do at this present
moment and gift my heart
forever in your hope.

Dear Lady,
loquacious in your speech,
a simple gesture will absolve me of my grief
the mountains stare and rivers bend at your approach,
where my stakes of pride have deeply gouged the earth.
If no meaning in these letters that I sent
them I invite you to propose the terms of argument;
so what of beauty that age one day will deny
when the currents of love no longer charge the eye,
what becomes of us when our wits and words escape
to the regions of mind that no longer plead our case
but through these travesties I await my Queen's reply
and hope your words of love will grace me should I die.