Though I may crack the garden gate and stray
Into the shaded swamps of sleeping rice,
Though I may kneel on lily pads and pray,
No whispered words can break a winter's ice.
Though I may find the keys to ivy sheds
And mount the iv'ry crowns of kudzu gates,
Each glassy prison holds but empty beds
And just beyond each wall another waits,
If, to you, at times it seems I falter
Or give into the lily pad's embrace,
Know that roses' pins can't serve to alter
The crumbs of moss that lead me through this place.
And when I find the pool, make lotus part,
I'll kiss the ice and free your frozen heart.
Oosh! Poem two! This was inspired by Princess Vegena, so a thousand thank yous to her! If anyone can guess the style I wrote it in (hint: I HATE iambic pentameter now) I will give them a reward of their choosing! Happy guessing and I hope you enjoyed it, even though I think this one is even worse than my haiku stabby rip stab stab
Thanks for reading! Smile:D