Happy Birthday to Beloved Laurellen.
Oct. 21st, 2006 09:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
.....Words fail when I try to think of something to say on this most auspicious occasion. Tamm is the most beautiful and wonderful woman I have ever met and this day will be special to me for the rest of my life. Happy Birthday Tamm / Laurellen!!!
.....My birthday present to her will be to always do my best to ensure that I do all in my power to bring happiness and joy into all aspects of her life. This will be my new holy grail.
.....I have a most difficult time writing Sonnetry in her honor because I never seem to write anything that feels adequate to the task. :-) So I'm reverting to the pseudo-sonnet I wrote in her honor during her reign as Queen of An Tir...
Unto Laurellen; Queen Now, Queen Forever Be
Through the sharp, bright light gleaming from the peers,
walks a seraph all wreathed in lacey white.
They pay reverence to Her as She nears,
for She is their Queen, undoubted and right.
She ascends the dais as Lioness,
protectress of all She loves in this land.
She brushes all with a gentle caress,
as she holds them in the palm of her hand.
Suddenly she smiles, and laughs in pleasure,
seeing an artist displaying his talent.
Her own crown of Laurel is our treasure,
as Her own delight is the sacrament.
The Queen of An Tir our souls She doth shield.
As She nurtures with the gift She doth wield.
.....Happy Birthday Laurellen!!!
.....My birthday present to her will be to always do my best to ensure that I do all in my power to bring happiness and joy into all aspects of her life. This will be my new holy grail.
.....I have a most difficult time writing Sonnetry in her honor because I never seem to write anything that feels adequate to the task. :-) So I'm reverting to the pseudo-sonnet I wrote in her honor during her reign as Queen of An Tir...
Unto Laurellen; Queen Now, Queen Forever Be
Through the sharp, bright light gleaming from the peers,
walks a seraph all wreathed in lacey white.
They pay reverence to Her as She nears,
for She is their Queen, undoubted and right.
She ascends the dais as Lioness,
protectress of all She loves in this land.
She brushes all with a gentle caress,
as she holds them in the palm of her hand.
Suddenly she smiles, and laughs in pleasure,
seeing an artist displaying his talent.
Her own crown of Laurel is our treasure,
as Her own delight is the sacrament.
The Queen of An Tir our souls She doth shield.
As She nurtures with the gift She doth wield.
.....Happy Birthday Laurellen!!!