A gentle noble’s son of kindest heart and bluest eye
Ordained a Caeli knight, the royal garb the prize he’d won
Each time she gazed at him, from her depths rose a sigh
A villanelle for Marlene Aston.
A little bonus poem in between postings. Thanks for sharing! - Seven
gentle noble’s son of kindest heart and bluest eye
Ordained a Caeli knight, the royal garb the prize he’d won
Each time she gazed at him, from her depths rose a sigh
At her castle, he was stationed; from her window, she would spy
Others saw his prowess, she his beauty matched by none
A gentle noble’s son of kindest heart and bluest eye
It rained the night they met; he gave his vest to keep her dry
She pondered life’s point and watched his face turn to stone
Each time she gazed at him, from her depths rose a sigh
Desperate, young, and starved, they kissed like they would die
Embracing each other, close together, melding into one
A gentle noble’s son of kindest heart and bluest eye
Her duty bade her cut her tie; she couldn’t help but cry
Silent was the Duke, though he could see what she had done
Each time she gazed at him, from her depths rose a sigh
Jichia gifted her a child whose existence was a lie
The truth, on his angelic face: the past she couldn’t outrun
A gentle noble’s son of kindest heart and bluest eye
Each time she gazed at Chid, from her depths rose a sigh