Nov. 11, 2009
If today’s light has a meaning,
It’d be you that sweeten the morning,
That moistens the leaves glowin’,
And rake the grass of green hills a-rollin’.
Pity the days that I’ve not laid eyes on thee,
For mine happiness only with you agree.
Without your smile my world is but a lonely sea,
Solitary welcome to joys without decree.
If heaven hath cruelty it’d be that we meet,
For the feelings in mine and yours is just deceit,
For why there be hope in love concrete,
If you to me the fates cannot bequeath?
Why sip of a cup we cannot have?
For only bitter pain in incomplete love exist as a halve,
Writhing and languish, no curing salve,
Longing and waiting, only in our mind the sins we dab.
To all we perform an act worthy of mention,
To him musn’t give attention,
When he takes your hand you leave a smile in suspension,
A worthy act to bear, yet your heart cries dissension.
This is to you, my beautiful, my love.
Ode to the one I cannot have.
To you whom my hearts sings, but cannot speak of,
Pathetic happiness; lost land found naught by Noah’s dove.
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