I'll drink to the death of her blooming
And to those who have loved her so much
Back to the invisible chains of her bondage
Goodbye to her softness of touch
Oh where are you now that I need you
What now burns where your flame used to be
You've gone like the passing of summer
Now it's only your tears that are free
How sweet is your life when you're crying
How mellow is your wine when it's dry
How smells your rose when it's dying
How gentle's your voice when it sighs
What good's your youth when you're aging
What joy's in your eyes when they cannot see
Only sorrow in your garden of sunshine
But still your tears have liberty
What a lovely poem. Kind of bittersweet (just the way I like 'em!) Well done you. HG: -) xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But would Liberty allow it? ? Interesting upon second read... HG: -) xx