Ode to Annabel

©2018, Olan L. Smith

Sweet Annabel of day, and bride by night

Whose heart is pure, whose blood still strokes my face.

I met you young, with youthful fancy flight,

A flame arouse my lust for you to trace

The chill, a kingdom by this shore, light

My biased heart, recline my knee, I grace

Her tomb and sing our love, my heart contrite,

But never will it fade, by lamp I showcase

Our love, these words do bring you life; by right,

And who will halt me, forever is your grace.

Attractive Annabel, you're quite composed,

My lust, my needs discern your bosom fixed,

We'll tap your strength, our heart is one transposed.

A pardon comes in morning's light, transfixed

A story, once upon a time composed,

A flame arouse my lust for you to wed!

Our tomb, our hearts do break upon a shore.

The chill, the kingdom's shore invites, 'it's said

It taps our strength in waves of once before,

But fade it not, as writ in blood so red.

Appreciate a deepening sea unexplored

I find it, the gorgeous Annabel's delight

Alas, I hear her voice, her song has roared

But never will it fade, by lamp I write

Her ode and sings our love, my heart deplores

This night, of once-upon-a-time, arouse

My soul, my Annabel, upon her cries, to death

Do part, just words not meant to douse

Our love, I sing to you, Annabel, with faded breath,

And welcomes Annabel whose death I disavow. 

(A.N. The Ode is an older form of poetry that uses stanzas containing ten lines each, and the more stanzas the better, but the minimum usually is three. It can be blank verse, irregular, or it can use a particular rhyme scheme. The ode is romantic, dramatic, focused on a person, place, or thing idolizing the subject.)