Short Love Poems & Short Love Poetry

For Pixix

As fromthe boreal isle I fled
Rang called and cried for my return;
Deaf to them I glanced not back,
Challenging fate's capricious whim;
Cold waves drowning all regret.

Seeking peace with war-worn heart
To Mystic Land my travels wound,
Where weary, spent, I met a King,
Who sent me to an inn for rest...
And made me Reeve 'fore ended day.

Change on silent wings did rush
No time to learn new whos and whys
I strove to comprehend and serve.
My Battle Lord instincts a-wane,
Good friendhip true I soon did find.

Then my Pixix flew to me...
Sweet Pixix on her fluttering wings,
To give that which I'd longer sought;
Whose life and hearth I'll ever share,
Whose love has made me whole again