The Ballad Of Jayne, A Poem To My Wife Poem by James Timothy Jarrett
The Ballad Of Jayne, A Poem To My Wife
My love, my faire, I dream of thee
Thine softest smile, golden haire
All things mine would I forsake
Of thy love might I partake
Faire Gwendolyn, easily, would I spurn
This broken kingdom sure return
My king, betrayal, I would not have shown
Had thy beauty then been known
And now with greate sorrow do I behold
Thy sweet love and fairness untold
Your servant in all things, Lancelot
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4/24/2024 1:23:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A poignant rendition my friend. Any past transgressions....surely forgiven! In fact this might get you a free pass to sow further wild oats. Got to admit you're pretty smooth.