The Hour Draws Near

The hour draws near,
To see her,
The maiden for whom the bells call,
Not her fall to the wicked halls of Hell,
But to the ornate halls where lovers call.

The time comes to bear her a rose,
To whisper her name,
To stare in her gaze.

Into large bold stare,
With unblinking eyes,
Viewing the world,
With nearly a smile.

And the moment comes!
Oh yes it comes,
To tell her my thoughts,
She and I should be one!
Married together beneath the deep blue sky,
By the depths of the seas,
The true love of mine,
One under the Sun,
Two bodies and souls split,
Now one...Yes now one.

The hour draws near,
My heart pounds in my ear,
As I whisper to her near,
Won't you be my dear?

Awww, beautiful and romantic!

a reply to: Night Star

As always too kind! Not sure when the hour is...Not Friday anymore.

a reply to: ksiezyc

Very cool, S/F