#midieval
Brave are the eyes,
That turns from thee.
Courageous are the hands,
That refuse thy touch.
Bold is the tongue,
That should speak ill of thee.
Foolish is the mind,
That believes to compliment thee is to poison thee.
Should compliments be poison,
Thou should die from consuming too many.
Only thee, who holds a piercing gaze and tongue of silver sting,
Should devote themselves to the art of poisoned praise.
For heavy is the heart that holds thy love.
Envy is the mind that craves thee.
Envy is me, for the ribs that cradle thy heart.
Foolish is me, for the way I act in thy company.
Cowardly is me, for how long I have awaited to praise thee.
Thou are beauty, Thou are love, Thou are art,
Thou are not made for me…
But that cannot stop my heart from wanting thee.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 8:10 PM UTC