It was her bright eyes of course
Twinkling like the evening stars
That pierced me with passion's dart
That stole away my poor heart
Her voice like a sirens call
Whispering sweet love divine
Mists they rose and all was clear
Each word she spoke was so dear
Long ago she beckoned me
Beside her I now lay down
My head safe upon her breast
Cuddled in cared not for rest
But she's gone now from my side
So I must dream all alone
Whispering trees say not where
Mindless of my deep despair
Such is life's every bloom
That sadly fades as love cools
The heat that once drove us on
Tears like petals now have gone
Those days have now long past
How sweet my memories are
But oft I wake with a start
As I recall passion's dart
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Yes! It's as if time spirals back upon us, bringing us there again. Sometimes, I prefer to keep dreaming.
ReplyDeleteTears like petals now have gone.... soft and tender poetry!! Enjoyed it.
ReplyDeletesweet, sad and deep...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Isn't it great that memories stay with us forever, even if the person and the situation changes?
ReplyDeleteBut oft I wake with a start
ReplyDeleteAs I recall passions dart
This is oh so deep! ❤
"Such is love's every bloom, that sadly fades....." Sigh. So poignant, Robin.
ReplyDeleteYou never disappoint me, i return with the same passion for your romantic surprises
ReplyDeletemuch love...
this is so sad; but such beauty in the lines
ReplyDeleteAt least there are dreams.. I suppose even petals on a pillowcase dry out after time..but on that cheery note - such passion is enviable!
ReplyDeleteYet who would be without such memories, having been fortunate enough to have the experiences? They are such a mixture of sad yet sweet. And you always make your romantic verses so fresh and real!
ReplyDeleteYes, it is sad to dream alone...but still those memories are worth it. One would not have wanted to miss that passion and love. Keep your memories warm in the night, Robin. Savor them.
ReplyDeleteYou write with such tender emotions, it spills from that place of dreams deep within you. Tis sad to dream alone though.
ReplyDeleteYour emotions captured my heart and understanding. Such precious blooms weren't meant to be forever a sad fact of life as we must face alone.
ReplyDeleteWhat's gone is gone...or is it? We never know for sure, do we?
ReplyDeleteTo love and lose: a universal theme to which you have done justice.
ReplyDeleteThose days have now long past
ReplyDeleteHow sweet my memories are
Sweetness of a loved one will linger long in memory. Such lovely time together!
Hank