Sonnet XVII

Sonnet XVII

Oh, gallant knight residing in my soul, Thee knows thou art the one my heart adores, And that there is not one thing I want more, Than to sit beside thee on a grassy knoll, And trace along the contours of thy face. With gentle fingers lovingly I’d touch, So I could show thee just how very much, I love thee and appreciate thy grace. At long last free from all majestic rule, Away from those about us who’d betray, A kindness soft and gentle as a dove, We’ll find a way to share our courtly love, Appreciate it as a polished jewel, Perhaps my faithful champion one day.

-Michele Cameron Drew

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