Classic Love

[Delta40]

As the Verderer, you cross my forest
keeping your gun cocked and the pan full
I trust no danger will befall you.
Like a Hart Royal, you stand proud,
I foresee your kisses as tender as the finest venison.
Let me rain down my prayers upon you
that you might be well provided for
and be permitted to avenge wrongdoings
committed against you.
For would not I always heal your wounds
with potato scrapings and linen?
For it is with a humble heart that I
pursue your consideration
through clumps of wild oaks
like a curious rabbit.
I skit in a haphazard direction
under the light of the stars
that soon you may quench your thirst
in the waterhole by which we meet.

[MystyrMystyry]

Emotionally charged, Delta!

Sounds of the words roll smoothly across the tongue, and very pleasant imagery

I might go with 'sweet something' venison rather than finest because it's like you're grading venison as though it were a silk or satin - up to you of course


An excellent entry in the ever growing Delta pantheon!

[Delta40]

You might be right. Lord knows what came over me this morning when I wrote this 5 mins before I ran for the bus.....