Poetic Interlude XXXV

A hundred battles won and lost; a thousand ventures planned –
Intricate and numerous as beaches full of sand,
And all for you, my lonely one, at whim of your command,
For I shall take your heart, and I shall earn your hand.

To soothe your tears and earn your trust, I’d humble any land;
Alchemically transform myself, should that be your demand.
At altar, at your foot I’d sit, and vivisect my clan,
If that would gain your heart, or guarantee your hand.

Though every time you glance at me, my chances may be damned;
Though circumstances intervene, and circumvent my plan –
Though I’ve been chasing after you, since I became a man,
One day I’ll win your heart; one day you’ll grant my hand.

©2013 by Tyler J. Yoder. All rights reserved

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About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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