The Soldier
by The Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1625 during the The Anglo-French War )
A suitor bold and handsome once arrived
Twas early in a day unspent
A proud soldier on horseback,
A burning wish to vent
‘In courtly dance I wield mine mighty dart’
Said he, appearing finely dress’d
In polished armour
His lance
Colossal,
For this quest confessed.
‘With quivering heart, I seek my lady fair,
Her gaze, the target of my fervent plea’
Said he
Such chivalric pursuit was indeed
Beyond compare
His lance, a beacon of….
Virility.
‘Yet, not in war, but passion's grand display,
I wield mine
Shaft,
Erect, a symbol of desire
To pierce the veils that shroud love's subtle play
In earnest yearning
To set your heart afire.
Behold, mine love, this lance of passion true,
A token bold, my heart laid bare for you.
Would mine lady touch my lance
Before I leave
Tonight
for France?’
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Jan 26, 2025
The Soldier by The Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1625 during the The Anglo-French War )
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