The Odor Of Her Love Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Like the odor that from the flower is dissipated and gone
So are her kisses that once from voluptuous lips breathed on me;
The color from the favorite flower is faded and flown
The glow of stars, the smile in the eyes of she


Her face once a darling of all views, now a shriveled, lifeless, vacant form,
It lies like a stone in the scorching sand of desert, on my abandoned breast,
And it mocks my heart and vexed soul which yet is warm,
With that cold and silent, ears numb rest.


Shall I weep for my fate, my tears revive love not
I sigh but in vain, it breathes no more on me;
For hours I mull Its mute and complaining lot
As harsh is the anguish, my strength strong as should be.


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