A knight's ode to his maiden

"Bind me not with just a mere kiss to your soul,
but with your heart's fire
burning with lust and desire.
I'll be more than happy to serve
to your needs and your hunger.
I will fill you and nourish you.
O beloved, would you satisfy
my flames and my lust?
Looking at your mere body
wouldn't do.
I need to have all of you,
I shall have it only if you surrender.

The art of love is an insufferable art,
the agony of my conflicting interests
marred the imperfections of a masterpiece
which is my soul to yours
between duty and luxury
the cravings of solitude
and when the nights are cold
being howling mad without your warmth
because Time divided us between both worlds
I get on my knees and kneel
and ask the goddess within thee,
How shall I worship thee to inspire
the life-giving Goddess within thee?
So that whenever we separated
you would think of nothing but me?
A pledge, a vow, you ask of me
and so it shall be done
I vow and pledge my love to you, I swear it
and if you shall distrust me or I hath displease you
or in grievance error offend then
Then please avenge yourself
by turning a cold glance toward me
or dare not say my name in yearning and pining
or ignore me until I could not stand to see you suffer in silence
It matters not, if you turn from me,
because I am your servant and your slave
and I am at your beck and call
before you can even summon me

But a single vow of this vagrant knight
can only fanned the flames of love so hot and high
it burns the feather of our wings
polish and harden the gems
and where can I fall on anyplace on Earth
then your resting body in a restless sleep
of waking dreams and
dreams of love?

On your bed, there is no court or king to please
and no pining maiden to steal my eyes
On your bed, I am the only King you shall ever worship
and you are no lowly pheasant covered and caked in mud
but a maiden worthy of my own honor

Oh my sullen maiden, my angel, my queen
don't let my presence sour thy mood
I'm only here to soothe and please you
with my virtue, for I am knight of good
and a vagrant bard
Let my voice be the balm to whatever injury you hold
I am here to satisfy your heart's desire
I am the prince who comes to steal you away
in a place in heaven where we shine brightly of our stars
and there, you call me as you please
I am a matyr for your soul,
a King of angels to rule on the throne you sat upon
that you would not relent or surrender to me.

No matter how many kingdoms and civilizations
you destroyed within your own imagination,
you hate your conquerors, tyrants, and dictators
and so have I, and in all of my wisdom of humble servitude
my spirit will not be crushed by the ruling state
and be servants and slaves of our oppressors no more.
All of your conquests and victories will vanish into dust
and you sit on that throne alone.
Like a dragon who smote the land into ruin in fire and ash,
within it's rage and hate,
I have to come to rescue the maiden within,
crying out for Love's swiftest horse on wings.

So I sayeth to you, relinquish your pride and hate
I sing this song to soothe the beast within you.
Surrender to Love
and when I sat on that throne you call your Soul,
your wrath is like a dragon guarding foolishly the treasures of your folly you call the Ego
you shall see the fruits and flower of my wisdom
growing in your gardens of weeds
rid of your pestilence which is the worms of quarrels
and gather a can of sparkling clean water
and help me water the seeds
and together, you shall see
why I would soon call you my Queen
when the flowers do bloom, the trees do rise,
and the vegetables and fruits taste fresh and sweet

With Love, you can create the forgotten paradise."

Written: 11/19/2013