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            Applet by Lady Lacie


            This is an impromptu verse shared by two people in love
            For the Lord and the Lady, Prince and Princess, Knight and Maiden
            Those who are blessed with a brave heart and soul
            Those who understand the art of romance and love
            Those that have courage to partake on the joy of sharing
            Those that have the wisdom to never grow weary of loving
            Those who do not buckle and grow faint at the spirits embrace
            We have chosen to share our love impromptu with you,
            with swords of purity....


            Castle of the Seventh Day


            The Lady:
            What troubles thee so that this melancholy reigns
            for I know not how to read mind of your thought
            this is anew but sweet darling of my dance
            will you unburden to me and speak to my ear?

            The Lord:
            Sometimes the words flow like sweet music
            other times I feel morose and dead
            but you have changed that in me
            now I sing a song of praise and wonder!

            The Lady:
            Was there light before you came to me
            did the winds blow through fields of green grass?
            Was I lost in a cloud of nothingness
            buried in a fog of desecration's grave
            knowing not that out of the shadows of would come
            a flicker of light to spark a hope eternal?

            The Lord:
            Before you there was desolation and cold dreary nights
            desperate want and disconsolation
            Before you I was nothing, now I am someone
            I am a light- a light that sees all
            the light that will heal all your wounds
            and placate your sorrows
            I am your prince, the king of your realm
            your knight in shining armour!

            The Lady:
            Were flowers always bursting in full bloom
            did they sing in fragrant love songs
            and colour my soul that was in mournful sleep?
            Are you the light that shines upon this rose
            my prince that has come to revive what lays dormant
            the lover that will heal my bruised petals
            and make me a rose that does flower again?

            The Lord:
            Like the life cycle of the rose
            careful watering and nurturing
            pruning at the proper time, yields the richness of life.
            A slow death does it's pedal when they are through
            but come again breeding anew
            bringing happiness in lieu of sorrow to our fold
            and the ardor and aroma of life at its fullest when in blossom
            as color makes no difference, it's the beauty of the soul
            that makes the rose so pure and true
            God maketh them for me and you.

            The Lady:
            Was it the intent of you to make this flower bloom
            were there bells that chimed before there was you?
            For bells and flowers are like winds we hear
            they chime into our lifes for a short time
            never lasting or enduring.
            They cast us with richness and favour of our Lord
            But are they not soon replaced by a new growth of song?

            The Lord:
            You awakened me with your gentleness and sweet embrace
            I flourished with beauty rays of hope and enchantment
            silver bells of emptiness to golden bells of happiness
            to this end I pray wedding bells of oneness!

            The Lady:
            Is this love due to a higher powere than us
            who was watching and cared
            or were we waiting in a dormant state
            for living waters of passion to nourish them?
            Nevertheless, I will live for you, die for you
            sing for you, cry for you
            for there cannot be a love purer than this.
            Or will this be a sandcastle built by the sea
            washed away by the turbulent, what is it you see?

            The Lord:
            In paths of goodness and much love
            we will be as one in our quest to achieve nirvana
            for now, my love we are the might
            the strength that fears not the night.
            We will be as one- as two- as three
            we are you and me, and we be- the light!

            The Lady:
            You will be my four seasons-my sun and my rains
            my heavens and my earth- my everything
            We will water one another with love everyday
            pouring passion cups of life- for infinity!
            We are lovers of the soul of true purity
            that cover each other with innocence!
            We will build our lives with six days of love
            and rest in adoration and admiration of our God
            In our Castle Of the Seventh Day of perfection!

            The Lord:
            I will put you on a pedestal and adorn you with roses,my princess!

            The Lady:
            I will admonish you and pamper you in a bed of pure love, my prince!



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