My Pure One


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…

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.