Ode to Eternity's Melody

"Under ancient oak, where time does dwell,

Ode hides, a melody within the soul's well.

My pen, a spirit lost in realms untold,

Opens the door of my heart to the ode's gold.

Ode, the symphony of the gallant steed,

Footfalls of heroes, to heights they heed.

Praises sung to the colt on yonder crest,

Music in the hearts, to the moon, we attest.

Her portrait blooms, a blossom so fair,

Lips curve in innocence, midst the crowd's lair.

Ode, I'm immersed in the fountain of emotion,

A hymn to beauty, a devotion in motion.

Ode, behold the gallant sword's sweet strife,

March of noble hooves, conquering life.

In the verse, we dance upon the peak,

The song of beauty, a love that we seek.

Love, a harmony, a gentle melody,

Strings in the center of the sky, love's decree.

Ode, you are the perfect music of the soul,

Mingling with the notes, an eternal love toll.

Fingers of poetry paint a silk affair,

Tears of color, falling from the heavenly air.

Crafting Ode, like an angelic tune,

Melody of flowered love, a limitless boon.

Ode, deep and gentle, as petals unfold,

Blossoming beauty, amidst the heart's hold.

Immersed in the wind, boundless and free,

Ode, you sing the anthem of endless reverie.

The canvas of verses, a silk emotion,

Ode, oh, you echo the celestial devotion.

Praises to life, blooming like verse,

Ode, the river of time, a musical hearse."