A rose for you my Valentine
Your beauty rare will ne'er decline
My lovelorn heart for you do pine
A love forlorn that once did shine
Neath gloomy skies I sat to dine
And all alone, I sipped my wine
What shall I do to make you mine
And once again in love entwine
For ne'er again this libertine
Will glass be raised for auld lang syne
This pledge thus made in stone enshrined
And never more you'll need repine
A fleeting smile, a tender sign
With twinkling eyes, gently benign
A burning kiss to make me thine
Forever more in love divine
" My lovelorn heart for you do pine" ... " does pine" The photo reminds me of a casket/corpse photo. I can't tell if someone died or 'left' a relationship some other way. It sounds like the relationship ended but maybe got rekindled somehow. hmm? nice rhyming repine: intransitive verb To be discontented or low in spirits; complain or fret. intransitive verb To yearn after something. bri :) to MyPoemList
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello dear Poet Loke. So happy to see you back in PH after a long, long time. Such a lovely rhythmic Valentine poem, expressing a tender love so divine. Beautiful....10