stately tall you meekly stand <br />on your finger the signet band <br />for my sake you shunned your crown <br />for my breath your devotion fierce <br /> <br />you gave for me your sword and squire <br />your hospitality did never tire <br />proud brothers in battle or play <br />companions going about each day <br /> <br />in your shadow I had no care <br />my home's cupboards were never bare <br />song and merriment never missed <br />hunger a stranger to my lips <br /> <br />your place at court set second to mine <br />your heart pure - best fruit of vine <br />your eyes reflect esteem so dear <br />no man's affection held so near <br /> <br />O gallant Prince in battle slain <br />my soul cries out for you in pain <br />Saul's crown you've set upon my head - <br />a long-held secret I shan't covet <br /> <br />My lord, one could never repay; <br />the debt of friendship's love dismay? <br />to live this life as noble and true <br />to generously care and give as you <br /> <br />Prince of the Realm, if you could hear <br />the Scroll of the Upright, loud and clear <br />in the Song of the Bow proclaimed <br />praise of our filial bond inscribed. <br /> <br />`<br /><br />Ricky 'Freds' Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/david-and-jonathan/
