LORAZIN & ADRIENNE
Sitting upon the fragrant grass,
Watching the beautiful faerie lass.
The beautiful Lady Lorazin,
Her sadness coming from deep within.
Promised in marriage to Prince Phlithor,
Heart aching with pain and sorrow.
He must watch in silence and never say,
The sweet words of love that gently lay,
Upon his lips still trembling from passion's kiss.
The kiss he stole from sweet Lorazin's lips.
She never resisted but uttered the words,
"I love you, Adrienne, my sweetest of Lords."
Remembering this, he devised a plan,
To steal his love to a far away land
They stole away in the darkest of night,
Danger adding speed to their perilous flight.
Flying through woods, over hills to the east,
They found a sweet glen to start over in peace.
Copyright Elizabeth Melton Parsons
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