Adieu! O my sweet fellow,
It's time to part our pillows
with kisses four
for melancholy sore.
lo the tyrant sun is up in the east
And calling for, to shun
the night feast.
The fragrance and charm of the night
stir my heart and keep
passions ignite.
Oh thy coral lips and blue bright eyes
taking my fancies to the seven skies,
and made my love immortal
as the Helen of Troy.
REminds me of John Donne. A hint of Metaphysical poetry. Very touching. I liked the allusion on Helen. Wonderful Gulsher.10+++
Touching.. Could U be the Helen of my Troy! ! ! Really a hunting one.... Enchanting language bestowed with the charisma of engulfing hearts... The way U started and then swiftly moved towards your keynote is endearing.. Love it
A beautiful poem indeed. Great words and excellent flow. I like it
You totally reached the passion in your poem, expressing it superbly. Great feeling coming from it's depths. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
Make me immortal in love and joy.....i love that phrase.....good work
I like your poem and I read it twice and try to understand your feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice poem so beautifully written by you. i liked it very much. and thank you for he share. :)