At the breath of first mornin' air, <br />An' the fleck of early sun rise, <br />The one of porcelain skin fair, <br />Lady-Hawk takes of blue sky, <br />Day leads of night an' night to day, <br />Of this Love, guide us in way, <br />Whenst there shalt be not change of form, <br />In flesh of skin reborn, <br />My Lady of time we shalt see, <br />Not of day, nor of night be, <br />Of Love, that moment, in proclaim, <br />That curse shalt fall of it's shame, <br />An' form shalt be of souly flesh, <br />Not of metamorphic mess, <br />A time, not of day, nor of night, <br />Shalt halt in end, this our fight, <br />An' we shalt join in unity, <br />Of Love so that meant to be, ', <br />So sail this sky of ocean blue, <br />An' night I shalt howl for you, <br />An' promise of Love, shalt not stray, <br />Awaiting night of no day........ <br /> <br /> <br />GJW.....23/05/07<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-cursed-love/
