For yea
thou art my dear

a lady
luscious & loving

& thus
do I address

thy goodly
self

in this gentle
word of loving.

No lady

put upon
a pedestal

to perish from loneliness
& mere admiration

or those who would but
look up thy skirt

from their vile baseness

but warm
& loving

to my touch

cradled here
(here cradled)

in the realness of
embrace

my breath
upon thy gentle face

whispering the secret
to your hair.

Lady...lady

I doth

love thee!


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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

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-no-lady-to-my-love-refusing-the-title-lady-not-realising-how-loving-and-playful-it-is/