
and noww a passage i havve chosen for you all pulled out of the recovvered tome of a gallant and revvered knight of conquest, a hero of old alternia the gwwynvvere "Upon one night, my lady, thou dost drivve me to madness. Thou makest me furious, picking apart the little things I say or the manner of my dress. It maketh me yearn to run thee through! Some nights I lie awwake, haunted by thy face, and I cannot sleep. On nights like those, I find myself resolvving to givve thee a piece of my mind. I implore my courage to come wwith me, and I march to thy hivve to tell thee evverything I think is so deeply, deeply wwrong wwith thee. And then — mine eyes meet thine. By my troth, fair maiden, mine eyes doth lose the battle, and my heart payeth the price of the wwar levvies full dearly. In this wwar, I wwavve the wwhite flag of surrender — for thy face is too comely, thy hair too shining as spun silk, and thy undergarments too scant and tempting for a knight of honour to wwithstand. I answwer thee wwith Yes, my mate? WWhat dost thou require, my mate? and brace myself for the day ahead, as a vvassal before the lists." #poetry #flushromance #pitchromance #lightreading #suggestivve #archaic #finterature


