‘ Masculine Majesty … ’ br Medieval Lines # 2 br br Lo’ and Behold … Thy Masculine Majesty br Thy Manliness, Suits Thee, Most Perfectly br As Knightly Swain, doth’ this Maid Elate br Wherefore Thy Warrior Hands, Commence Passionate br br Thy Kingly Eyes, Glisten-Graciously, Wise br And Smolder My Sight, as Sun doth’ Skies br Thy Princely Lips, Whence Wine doth’ Drip br Dare I Partake One Sip, ere’ Swoon and Skip? br br Thy Presence and Essence, art’ Aphrodisiac to My Soul br I Beseech Thee, Sup from Mine Alchemy-Bowl br Forsooth, by Thine Bow and Arrow br and Mine Own, Blood, Bone Marrow … br br … I Must Have Thee, lest’ I Wail in Sorrow br I Forswear The Handsomeness of Any Other Fellow br The Look of Thee, Melts Me … Like Candle Tallow br Thence … I Shall Seek Thy Love … on The Morrow br br Lo’ and Behold … Thy Masculine Majesty …br br MoonBee Canadybr br