Bleed Thy Pride- Poetry

1. A letter to my beloved

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One day my love would tear thy lethal pride, sew it into the loveliest tapestry,

Just as the silver blade doth carve the ice into the bewitching sculpture,

Just as the smouldering blaze doth mould the iron into an unyielding shield,

Just as the bard doth tarnish the parchment with black, adorn it with the loveliest words.

M'dearest, behold the undying longings, the ill fortune of mine;

Oh, beloved! thy one gaze, sweet as the summer wine.

Oh, I remember, in the dim dense wood of mighty oaks, thou shine,

A sight only designed to be recalled as divine.

My beloved, dost thou behold the wings of my love?

The one soaring higher, the pristine dove.

Oh, beloved! thou must not put thy lethal pride above,

For what could be the end of both of us.

Hold on, my favourite, wherefore must thou be so tenacious,

Flare thy wings, fly higher, my precious.

The dagger of thy pride, let go of it, it's too vicious.

Let go of it, oh beloved, lest it should slice the bond between us.

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-Pride

This was literally the first exact poetry I have ever written. I may take the habit of writing poetry as well. :) stay tuned if you liked this and want more. Tried to bring back the archaic English back.