Poem for thy love
Do you remember thy afternoons love; thy sweet caresses,
Thy sweet passions that therein resided in thy touch,
Thy kiss and awesome love that overwhelmed all the impossibilities
Of life: all the negatives and pains of life, all the sadness of broken
Hearts which we have encountered, in the past, before we met!
My lost love, do you recollect the poetry, the sweet letters,
That I composed only for you my beloved, when the afternoons were
All lonely without you, and the nights long, when you were away
And gone home for the holiday, when my soul was dying with
Love that over flowed to the heart and flooded onto the eye lashes?
Do you remember the first kiss, the first touch, the first -?
I love you – I love my darling whose name starts with A
The first dance, the first make out, the first fight, the first
Brake, the first honesty, the first confession of our love,
The first time to feel pain: the first time to cry; to apologize – to beg?
Do you recall, love, but it’s all over, like the night in day time;
It was good, it was comely, and it was all that I have ever dreamt
And wanted, but everything must come to an end, and the heart
Must pause to cry and weep, and the mind sweep away the
Recollections of our relation: the once a life experience.
Like dew on the morning sun, it must evaporate, it must dry, and the
Beauties of the grass shine and radiate to attract many to rest on it,
So is the fate of our hearts; they must stop to weep and make
Themselves beautiful for others to admire them, and hopefully
Rest on them, adieu, my lost love.
- Thy Love (milenanik3.wordpress.com)
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- Paean to Wendell Berry (literarylew.wordpress.com)
- Woman in the Mirror (littlefurrow.wordpress.com)
- God in Shakespeare: Sonnet 61. (mattwelsch.wordpress.com)