Your eyes burn with the fire that Caesar saw,
Your lips the sweetness Paris strove to claim,
Your truth locked in the charm Napoleon wore,
Your ardor’s might Potemkin sought to tame;
No storied torch of ages holds your light
Which shines more bright than Layla’s kindled cause,
So striking Pyramus blind upon the sight
Of Thisbe’s veil draped in the lion’s jaws.
No love more real, no fervor as profound,
No moment of desire could be more grand,
No truer heart by fate did love confound,
No knight more proud has ever make this stand.
I pledge my life to you forever more,
Where proved untrue, there put me to the sword.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.
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