Oh listless maiden in my garden
Wandering aimless on the path,
Cupid himself might ask your pardon
As you trespass on the grass;
For his arrow has brought you woe,
How misspent was his shaft,
Now you wander oh so slow
Caught betwixt both grief and wrath;
I am the lark perched on a limb
With song that heralds the coming dawn,
Who begs you not to think of him,
New loves are waiting on the lawn;
For beauty and goodness meld in thee,
And who can resist such company.
A very beautiful romantic poem expressed in soft and solid words. thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow David this is one of my favourites of yours... such emotion tied into each line. Beautiful and heartbreaking both... xo