Jun 2011
If ever there were anything more beautiful than thee,
Something far more beautiful than I could hope to be,
Then I should wish that it, I never happen to see.
For if I did, I fear Iād lose all of my love for thee.
And should this object of beauty ever enter my sight,
Then in shining armour would descend my knight,
With his bright blue eyes and mighty height,
To rescue me from this horrendous plight.
By his sword the mighty dragon would be slain,
Never more could it inflict such awful pain,
And with his hand I shall regain my reign,
By his side my strength will never wane.
Something far more beautiful than I could hope to be,
Then I should wish that it, I never happen to see.
For if I did, I fear Iād lose all of my love for thee.
And should this object of beauty ever enter my sight,
Then in shining armour would descend my knight,
With his bright blue eyes and mighty height,
To rescue me from this horrendous plight.
By his sword the mighty dragon would be slain,
Never more could it inflict such awful pain,
And with his hand I shall regain my reign,
By his side my strength will never wane.
This poem came about as a continuation of the first line. However, in the context of this poem, the first line carries a different meaning than was originally intended.
