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[aid] => mick
[title] => Winter Night
[time] => 2003-11-13 16:00:12
[hometext] => about a secret lost love
[bodytext] => it was in the winter night of 1443 I met the lady quenavere in the castle by the sea her father was a noble man and I was just a squire but the spark we felt that frigid night turned to a rageing fire the kings hall was empty and she came around the corner my breath inhaled to quickly as I layed my eyes upon her and when I coughed she noticed me and asked me whats the matter nothing said I but that thy face has torn my heart in tatters she blushed and then she giggled and she set my soul to quaking then she took my hand in hers to quite me from my shaking and each night thereafter through the castle we would go as the frigid sky outside blanketed the keep with snow then one night walking hand in hand we found her chamber door she blushed again as we went in and layed down on the floor fire shadows danced a ghostly dance upon the stone as I quietly undressed her on the blanket we had thrown my hands carressd her body on that dreamy winters eve if there were no tomorrow then I would never leave the next few nights we spent apart, longed for each others touch but I could not resist her, the temptation was to much so that night unannouced into her room I strolled she told me not to be there, told me I must go just as I was asking why a man burst through the door he piearced my breast with his sword and left me on the floor but I gave chase because I knew he'd take my love away but cacth them I could not and I mourn her to this day you see it was her father, filled with rage and fire that his only daughter could love a lowly squire on winter nights, an old man I roam the halls again and think about the greatest love that ever could have been [comments] => 3 [counter] => 201 [topic] => 22 [informant] => doug [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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