When at night I watch my dear heart sleeping
After the labours of the day before
Sometimes a tear starts my sad eyes weeping
And I love my dear sweet heart all the more.
Having thus gone gently into the night
Taking labours rest to rejuvenate
With dreams that will bring us into the light
Of the new day in order to contemplate
Thoughts of love’s riches both tender and bright.
With all the hope that a new day will bring
As we take part in labours hardest toil
We will remember what makes our hearts sing
Labours of the heart are life’s sweet treasure
A heart full of love is the greatest measure.
Love's labor won. A true measure of love defined. Nice write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem overflowing with love and devotion....beautiful lines crafted...thanks for sharing.