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Hello Everyone. Lord Baldrith here with a Poem written by Trapper for Dame Lori During the Poet’s Circle Poetry Contest. No title is given to this poem. The beauty of it’s words are enough.

Here is the text:

My main submission for the Hearts of Britannia contest:

I Love Her, Though

I’ve heard the songs of many bards

Proclaiming their powerful love.

They smile and sing to great applause,

In taverns below and above

This old city’s main street, look there,

One plays songs for a young maid now.

See how her eyes, lost in his smile,

As he ends his show with a bow.

But what they know, it is not love

Of this truth, I surely do swear.

For I have known the whole of it,

Love’s triumph but also despair.

I’ll tell you, if you wish to know

Of a love, my love, Dame Lori,

It may not be worthy of songs

Or bards, or fit for king or queen.

I simply wish to tell of her,

Pray listen and I will explain;

She walks the stars and moon above,

While dancing in each drop of rain.

She loved the first frost of winter

And also the first day of spring.

I found it odd that one could love

Life and death as similar things.

I understand this better now,

For I love her, though she is gone.

I still see her in year’s first frost

And hear her voice in springs first dawn.