A poem about love |
When summer left its legacy Arrived autumn with its warm flare From cerulean seas came she A lilac in her sea-breezed hair And burst in utter joy my heart Knowing fore’er we can’t depart Though hard to practice love’s own art Love with her still yearned I to share When blossomed fruits again, spring drew I walked near dark poppies with she And sang sweetly the doves that flew In lovely hymns of euphony And hope against hope with the breeze Our love will start with steady ease And luckily it will ne’er cease: I loving her, her loving me Though in mere moments, quick, met we A feel I have our love will stay And sat we in serenity By ponds where misty dusk there lay And looked I at her face upon As gentle as the setting sun And hopefully be us as one Though be we young or withered gray And suddenly drew I most close And gently placed my arm round she And as I did, our free hearts rose She turned around to look at me And as set the gold sun below Suddenly then and now I know Our love appears to be true, so Forever I will stay with she The one who came from the Cerulean Sea Solely for me and only me |