#baroness
She walks in beauty and with elegance.
But I cannot seem to reach for her lips.
She leaves to go on her annual trips.
When she’s gone, I fill up with helplessness.
I will never feel such a blessedness
Until her restless green eyes come back here.
Losing her is the only thing I fear.
Just the mere thought fills me with dreadfulness.
The baroness came to grant me a kiss.
My heart skips a beat as she walks towards me.
Her radiant smile burns into my soul.
Spirits combined for a moment of bliss.
Our love shall last, it was meant to be.
To be joined at last, to become a whole.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
Searching through the archives
of - my family tree.
Struggling through the mislaid vaults
of ge-ne-ology.
Personal contemplation
on what might come to light.
With so much work before me.
I study through the night.
Lines that take me nowhere
all scramble through your head
but curiosity pushes you
as you study - the 'long' dead.
Suddenly things come to a light,
new relation leads
that push you through the lonely night
and sow so many seeds.
Will it be - Maud Plantaginet
who'll set me to the stars
a Sir, an Earl or Baroness
all Great Grandpa's or Ma's.
A close link to a Tudor King
of whom it's often said
that if he doesn't fancy you,
you could well lose your head.
Henry Three, Henry Two,
King John and Henry One.
Many times Great-Granddads
and the list - goes on and on.
William the Con-queror
and someone very quaint,
Ma-tilda Von Ringelheim,
she's an - Eigth Century Saint.
Has all the work been paying off?
Will the journey - be of worth?
For who knows who - we're related too
who has also walked this earth
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC