- Jun 2, 2024
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Ok, so months ago, I wrote this love poem, and I wanted to know your thoughts. While not the main focus, it does have some Christian themes, and the narrator is essentially a self-insert of me. I'd like to know what my fellow Christians think.
I have an unfinished poem that's essentially a longer version of this, and I might post at a later date. But for now, here's...
The Parisian Beauty
"If this great city is the city of love,
Then you are by far its greatest attraction.
Not due to gaudy fashion or feminine grace,
But the greatness and allure of France's heroes.
You are the spitting image of Joan of Arc,
A woman of tomboyish charm and manly virtue.
It's this about you that makes me swoon.
Catch me now, my sweet knightess!
Modest bangs and a cutely boyish face.
They turn my cheeks more red than any rose.
Your hair, face, and heart are in Joan's likeness;
I'm sure she's smiling at you from the kingdom of Heaven.
Toned arms that have the virile strength of Roland,
And a body fit for a chivalrous hero.
Your tears, I'm sure, are every bit as noble as his.
I'd be there to wipe them away with only my best handkerchief.
While you don't have his cheating and thieving heart,
Your chest is as strong as Lancelot's and his men.
Unafraid to wrestle boys or defend the weak,
You stand tall among the women of Paris.
If a fool calls me unmanly or a sodomite for loving you,
Then I hope Astolfo brings their lost wits back from the moon.
You deserve a gift on par with his lance and horn;
Besides my heart, that you so gallantly won.
In between a bouquet of flowers, comes L'ongle de Dieu:
A now gilded knife with the name of "God's Fingernail."
Heavy and sharp enough to split the Tarasque's skull,
It bought many knights in my family victory in war.
Cutting through armored men as if they were boneless,
And castrating even the most violent boar,
L'ongle de Dieu was a blessing to my family,
One that I hope to see you join.
Be my bride, and I'll be the best husband in Paris.
I will love you as Christ loves the church.
We'll have a house full of cute little paladins,
And they'll never go a night without tales of their awesome mother."
I have an unfinished poem that's essentially a longer version of this, and I might post at a later date. But for now, here's...
The Parisian Beauty
"If this great city is the city of love,
Then you are by far its greatest attraction.
Not due to gaudy fashion or feminine grace,
But the greatness and allure of France's heroes.
You are the spitting image of Joan of Arc,
A woman of tomboyish charm and manly virtue.
It's this about you that makes me swoon.
Catch me now, my sweet knightess!
Modest bangs and a cutely boyish face.
They turn my cheeks more red than any rose.
Your hair, face, and heart are in Joan's likeness;
I'm sure she's smiling at you from the kingdom of Heaven.
Toned arms that have the virile strength of Roland,
And a body fit for a chivalrous hero.
Your tears, I'm sure, are every bit as noble as his.
I'd be there to wipe them away with only my best handkerchief.
While you don't have his cheating and thieving heart,
Your chest is as strong as Lancelot's and his men.
Unafraid to wrestle boys or defend the weak,
You stand tall among the women of Paris.
If a fool calls me unmanly or a sodomite for loving you,
Then I hope Astolfo brings their lost wits back from the moon.
You deserve a gift on par with his lance and horn;
Besides my heart, that you so gallantly won.
In between a bouquet of flowers, comes L'ongle de Dieu:
A now gilded knife with the name of "God's Fingernail."
Heavy and sharp enough to split the Tarasque's skull,
It bought many knights in my family victory in war.
Cutting through armored men as if they were boneless,
And castrating even the most violent boar,
L'ongle de Dieu was a blessing to my family,
One that I hope to see you join.
Be my bride, and I'll be the best husband in Paris.
I will love you as Christ loves the church.
We'll have a house full of cute little paladins,
And they'll never go a night without tales of their awesome mother."