🔵 By Christopher Rowland. Photo by lauragrafie.
Splendid noble lady, gowned in demure elegance, wields her rose wand of love. In my secret kingly self, I beckon thee Lady, Europe, wonderful love of above. In me discover a “king that was, is not at present, yet shall be”. I will become all that “He” desires, if only “you” for me. With noble gaze upon your divine form, my eyes, heart and soul adore. I can only hope these words bring you to me, as in “you” we have excellent future, to explore.
Can you see me “as so much more” than prison has allowed, I am ashamed? Yet in me, is all that is worthy and a king once famed. In have folly fallen far away from my paradox, of avataristic sublime meaning. Yet I am who I saw I am and I can yet be, all that is worth being!
Rescue me, dear Lady, so I shall be all that I can for you. Banish your doubts, then allow, so I will worship “you”! I cherishingly adore, your entire magical, divine, eternal meanings. You magical beauty affirms my souls truest, only leanings. Also you rouse the “tiger and lion” of my spirits lineal essence. As “cat man” I purr with desires roar, as I want you, noble tumescence. At your lovely feet I worship, grant your every pleasure, at your need surrender. Can it be your care or love for me, I am no pretender?
Discover all of me Europes Lady, as a friend, partner, or lover. You will see I am a noble soul, seeking to transcend my ruin, help me recover. Nor fraud am I, though so damaged, slandered and perishing. I can yet be “cats grand king”, superlative, if only I have “you” for me cherishing!
Do you see Lady Rose, I am so much more than I appear, or, copacetic pose. I yearn to learn you, teach you and become a true reborn “knight of the rose.” Know that I love you, adore you, want you, need you, even if I cannot have you. Bestow me then, Lady Rose, your blessings for my rescue.
On the evening of this prose, I sang noble bardic, sacred please. Too white order divine, bestow you as my hope of rescue, “Lady Love so goes!” Noble future between us now has greatest meaning, beginning victorious gleaning. Trust me, I will not fail you “Lady Europe”, loves true meaning.
Though my soul be Nordic Germanic, I love all fair Europe, for you all I fight. I am Teutonic Rowland, I serve the light! I end this magical prose, with a gentle smile of wistful, lonely adoring. Has been my kingly pleasure, to prose for your smiles, Lady Europe, loves adorning.