A Love Story In Spring Poem by Daniel Brick
A Love Story In Spring
The first time I said, "I love you, "
the words were fresh and pure, and I spoke
the simple truth, and you said simply, "Likewise."
Our world was so small: just a couple of
villages along a river valley, a deep forest
between them, and scattered farm steads with gardens,
and then a vast wilderness stretched beyond our reach.
The second time I said, "I love you, "
I had learned your secret name. It made
my other words blend into a festive singing,
and made you smile, take my hands and lead me
into a dance of hundreds of couples, all bonded
by Spring. We partnered all night long, and
dawn found us still dancing along the river's shore.
The third time I said, "I love you, "
our hair had turned white and a sweet
silence filled the space between us more often
than words. The fragrances that poured
from the garden we enjoyed more than worldly
wealth, and we measured happiness by the number
of springs we shared, each one more beautiful.
The last time I said, "I love you, "
you hovered over my prostrate, bedridden
body, and smiled the widest smile of greeting
in all the world. Then you melted into my being,
and there was no space we did not occupy together.
The words had all been spoken already, the final
Spring had past, then I expired, and we are one.
How beautifully n artistically you connect love n spring. A tale of eternal love, with a touch of poetic sadness. In death, they united forever, never to part. That's really my idea of true love that goes beyond life. A big 10.
Spring is always connected to love and hope. The imagery of love runs throughtout your poem, warm and beautiful like spring.The power of love won't be expired for love is the eternal theme.A wonderful poem.
what does it mean that the two become one—this is what comes to mind for me reading this, daniel. your use of the phrase secret name intrigues me because it is foreign to me, not something i'd use. —the intuitive feel or understanding of someone from long and patient familiarity? love—always the most worthy subject to celebrate and explore. -glen
A poem one would like to read and read to feel the feel of Spring- - The last time I said, I love you, you hovered over my prostrate, bedridden body, and smiled the widest smile of greeting in all the world. Then you melted into my being, and there was no space we did not occupy together. The words had all been spoken already, the final Spring had past, then I expired, and we are one.
Thanks much for your sensitive comment. You see love is at the center of most poems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wonderful about journey of love through spring..liked very much Daniel