A prize beyond price, reached for by all, but to be caught by only one!


What wonder do I see this night?
Is this phantom real I do see?
Revealing in the pale moonlight;

It is most real definitely,
Diaphanous as sheerest silk,
This image of such rare beauty;

Her skin as white as purest milk,
She is the rarest prize of all,
Moving loves to fight windmill’s tilt;

For you her heart and soul to win,
You must surpass all other men.

PTR September 19, 2012

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  • Tiki33 on Oct 1, 2012

    Nicely done. You are doing a fine job.

  • lauralu on Oct 1, 2012

    Romantic well written I enjoyed it

  • Trey Allen on Oct 3, 2012

    Another good poem

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