Guest poem sent in by Anagha Bhat
(Poem #1946) I Fear Thy Kisses, Gentle Maiden
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden; Thou needest not fear mine; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burden thine. I fear thy mien, thy tone, thy motion; Thou needest not fear mine; Innocent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine.
Today, I came to ministrels looking for one of my favourit-est-est poems ever, and was shocked to not find it there. Had to dig out my paperback book... in this day and age... *sigh* The reason I love this poem is that I love the knight-in-shining-armour spirit of the poet. A perfect gentleman, and every woman's dream man! That's on the surface... Lemme not go deeper! Anagha [Links] Biography: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley