When Henry Percy his betrothed, the sweet, and much belov’d Anne Boleyn
Did meet, a passion bound their souls and hearts and so set them aflame to meld as one
To beat a marvellous majestic heated rhythm, that as so often hearts of lovers do
Who seek whatever precious little time is left or yet is still allowed, as high above them
Angels beat their gentle wings so soft about to conjure up with loves eternal power
Great sweet glorious perfumed clouds that silent swirl and eddy about their
Sainted feet to carry both away in such a state, so blissful and ecstatic, soaring high o’er
Village and street far away from all their daily deathly fears and earthly woes.
When Sir Henry Percy, with his own belov’d Queen Anne Boleyn did meet,
Beyond the stars at heaven’s gate, their love it was, at last complete.
© Andy Cooke 27/06/2013