Her Sweet Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Sweet, how sweet was the morning greeting of her eyes
Often accompanied by the sweet voice of her greeting
Our adieus had grown to be old, routines and the goodbyes
Long lasted in my head walking home, retreating

Warm, how warm was the nerve of her welcoming hand
Oh, the earnest kiss I never gave her plain brow
Yet in my feverish dreams we met in heroic adventures on far land
Where trees grew tall and lush bounding by furrows new under the plough

She was a phantom of my eyes delight, a forest nymph upon the earth
And there she lived and dwelled solitary on the green moors
Her bed I imagined was the brown heath turf
And her old wooden house was out of doors

Her apples breast were peeping out her blouse white ivory yet reposed,
Her currants pods in spring bloom
Her wine a nectar dewed over the white rose
At morning breeze she emerged from the forest gloom

My home town, the school yard sands, the streets at dusk setting sun
Still remember her, under clouds, trees, long wheat fields and the rounded hills all green
Through beautiful-strange in her absence as in a dream
I always dreamed her as all renew begun

Those days are gone, and all their sweets are gone
Tender sweet voice, sweet voluptuous lips, soft hand touch, softer breast
Warm breath, light lover whisper tender semi-tone
Bright fiery eyes, accomplished shape and slim waist

At the autumn of my life faded the flower and all its budded charms
The scenes and sights of beauty I observe with my eyes
Are no longer a part of my being, faded the shape of youth and beauty from my arms
Faded the warmth, the voice the birth of life starting in paradise


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