My pure one
How I love your name
And the warmth it breathes o’er me
Yet I must confess
I am more enchanted
By your name second-given
Not the name of a barmaid – No!
But the all knowing choice
Of a wise father king
For his princess second-born
My fair Eloise
Eloise – in battle famous
Though to you it may bring a blush
At its echo – angels hush…
And lean nearer…
Waiting…
Hopeful
To be caught up in the music elven-made
Rising from some sylvan glade
In anviled notes of silver laughter
Whispering in my ear
In the silence after
The name of
Ma chère Eloise.
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