I wake and rise before the dawn.
I see the new day being born
When I’m alone, bereft, forlorn.
I think of you.
At noonday in the blazing heat
although I find a shady seat
I know that I am incomplete.
I think of you.
Then later when the twilight falls.
birds go to roost with sleepy calls.
One single thought my mind enthrals
I think of you
It matters not the time of day
nor where my weary footsteps stray
The only thing for which I pray
to be with you.
When I reach home then I succeed.
My love for you my only creed.
for you fulfil my every need.
When I hold you..
4-Jan-08
A superb Romantic poem Ivor! pleasure to read! ! *10*! Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Ivor, What a beautiful poem for your, wife and Lady, Irene. It is one of my favorite poems, by you. What a beautiful, romantic, love, story. I wish, every marriage could be as perfect, as Ivors and Irenes. Brilliant and Beautiful Poetry.....