AndrewTech 2815 Share Posted February 22, 2022 ✵ The Wind in the Willows ✵ By HIH Catherine of Furnestock Princess Imperialc. 1860 I will never forget the day of our meeting, A joyful event at Season’s Greeting! Her dress lined with flowers and velvet my cloak, Were heralds of feelings which have since then awoke. Though she is not of my same station, My love for her is beyond ration. Like a clock my heart beats, with such elation, At the mere offering of her salutation. Wind in the Willows, Swaying in the breeze. Within her eyes, her soul is shining. Though it will be difficult to reap, A promise has been made Which forever I shall keep. Fair maiden, fair maiden, how your smile doth shine, Like the vestments of saints, of aenguls divine! There is nothing that I would not do for thee, As you, in turn, would have done unto me. In the light of a setting sun, The thread of prophecy has been undone. I love you my dear, second to none, But is this a struggle that can be won? Wind in the Willows, In the winter freeze. Down rosy cheeks, her tears are falling. Though it will be difficult to reap, A promise has been made Which I shall strive to keep. Duty and honor are rallying cries, A promise of glory for which men die. Meadows and flowers in green pastures grow, Tainted by a river through which time flows. Life is a journey, short and sweet, A treasure to be cherished in its brevity. Choices that are made in a passion’s heat, Cruelly weave the thread of destiny. Wind in the Willows, Short and sweet. She attends to her infant’s crying. That which is sewn must now be reaped, A promise has been broken, And forever shall I weep. 20 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nectorist 7422 Share Posted February 23, 2022 Philip III reflects on his daughter's writing, proud of her work both with a quill and a brush. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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