How deep is the gloom where there is no star, Where no beacon lights the paths of lost souls, When dreary clouds with wind and rain hang far Out in the night of dark and dreadful cold
Grey shadows lie between lover and the light That gleams far above every tempest fierce, Faint but constant my sweet joy in the night, Though clouds of the heart it shall ever pierce
But your love makes sense of my pathless way, 'Til I hold you at last hope be my guide To the azure skies of cool summer days, To high fields of green where no shadows lie
There to await the fragrant morning fresh Flower of love that blooms within my breast
My love,
If I could choose the love my heart desires, Though the whole world was mine I would choose you, For yours are the eyes that alone inspire My arms with the hope that makes their strength new
Those looking-glass eyes whose reflections make The bed of my heart in the stormy night And smooth the covers until long after late Have soothed my heart like moist harbour lights
I would for your touch forsake the fair earth And pour out like water my hopeful soul, To brush against the lips for which I thirst And feel your warmth close when the days are cold
You may never desire the love I give But to love you now is for me to live
Nkem,
In the space of time I have surely learned To love you though I could never be first, From the day our eyes met, while the fire burned, 'Til now, or it expires, or my heart bursts
Is there a greater than this I now dream, For a sign of love I have searched the eyes I wanted to possess for so they seemed Like the beautiful gates of Paradise
The blossom is loved by the butterfly Far less gently than you are loved by me, If today love lasts I shall not die But treasure you more though little hope there be
In the beginning you made me to rest, Now have you gone and forsaken our nest
Obi m,
Gentle leaves of green do now begin To fade in the late cool, autumnal sun, In a brief farewell to sweet summer's end Before the bare cold days of winter come
To be last to fall is no battle won, As the rain cares not nor does the wind know How we admire the leaf that hangs on Through the longest night, in the deepest snow
That time of year when shadows are long, When eyes peer out of the windows at night, The hope of your love is my evening song When the drifts of snow have made the world white
Though quiet is my heart now I will say My love is for you on this winter's day
(Not too good, I know, so keep the line moving ,OK.
___________________ The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves... Posts: 775 | From: Valle del Sol, AZ | Registered: Nov 2004
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