A question and a key which turns
A figure eight into a dance
Having no end or beginning
Like a love first matched in heaven...
It doesn't ask when we began
Or where we two shall go from here,
Only that our direction flow
Through circles of one another...
We are linked, you and I-I think
Our souls met in the other place
And it is unwise to struggle
In opposition to our fate...
So lead me on, my dear princess
And guide me to your heart's dwelling
The key I carry shall open
All chambers of inspiration...
They are furnished, I know, with love
I have seen the decoration,
Your eyes and manner have revealed
Harmony and revelation...
Hush! confusion, hush forever!
The stammer of that languid moan
That lolls and lisps a sound that links
One times one in like equation...
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Thats almost wonderful and edged on to be carried away to the boundaries of dreams to become a writer like Sir Romeo..its rendezvous every nook of the poem.So nicely drafted and thought with such nourishment of ideas.Ten plus.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This on goes in my favs I like the concept behind this