Delta40
09-25-2011, 06:45 PM
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.
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.