Too Late My Love Poem by Salvie Rosales

I
Rose in a garden
Wept to the sky;
Descend, O Rain,
Or here I die.

High on a bough
A dove implored;
Restore me, Wind,
My love is adored.
II
They waited long,
They waited late;
Rose for the rain,
Dove for the mate;

Waited until
Their hearts were faint,
Burdened with love’s
Unanswered plaints.
III
O bird returned!
O showers shed!
Too late you come;
Your loves are dead.

The dove is perished,
The flowers slain,
Beneath a vigil
Seemingly vain.
IV
I am that rose,
I am that dove;
Woefully wailing;
Too late my Love!

I am that flower
And bird who wait,
Sadly repeating;
Alas, you are late!