Institutions of the divine <br />lay crumbling on your false shores <br />with the recalcitrant look of love <br />I pound on regal doors. <br /> <br />Dear Lady, <br />loquacious in your speech, <br />calamitous waves deny me from your reach, <br />with each indelicate blow I must rise anew <br />no one gives, all must take <br />that which is their due. <br /> <br />I bear a gentle flower <br />that thrives only in the deep <br />through the blazing days at sea <br />I suffered it to keep. <br />I watched it drink the salty brine <br />that I thinned out with my blood <br />thought its slender leaves fell off <br />there arose a tiny bud. <br />From the darkness in my heart <br />I thought it's root might spoil <br />but there it stood straight and white <br />anchored to it's soil. <br />I arrive at break of day <br />and will pull it from the mud <br />from the garden of my heart <br />the blossom of my blood.<br /><br />Captain Cur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blossom-of-my-blood-love-letters-to-a-lady-of-renown/
