For yea <br />thou art my dear <br /> <br />a lady <br />luscious & loving <br /> <br />& thus <br />do I address <br /> <br />thy goodly <br />self <br /> <br />in this gentle <br />word of loving. <br /> <br />No lady <br /> <br />put upon <br />a pedestal <br /> <br />to perish from loneliness <br />& mere admiration <br /> <br />or those who would but <br />look up thy skirt <br /> <br />from their vile baseness <br /> <br />but warm <br />& loving <br /> <br />to my touch <br /> <br />cradled here <br />(here cradled) <br /> <br />in the realness of <br />embrace <br /> <br />my breath <br />upon thy gentle face <br /> <br />whispering the secret <br />to your hair. <br /> <br />Lady...lady <br /> <br />I doth <br /> <br />love thee! <br /> <br /> <br />****** <br /> <br />Not lady as position of status but as a form of address to a lover All playful and loving in all its mock elegant Elizabethan-ness<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-no-lady-to-my-love-refusing-the-title-lady-not-realising-how-loving-and-playful-it-is/
