Tell me again how the flame in your heart
Flares up when before me you kneel
To declare your love in this old-fashioned way,
Am I dreaming, or is this real?
Tell me again how you love me, my dear,
Make my heart and my senses reel!
And I, in my rapture, can only inquire:
Am I dreaming, or is this real?
Tell me again how the rose has no beauty
And its fragrance has no appeal
When compared to me - O, tell me again!
Am I dreaming, or is this real?
Tell me again how my eyes burn brighter
Than any light heaven could reveal;
While envious stars complain of their fate,
Am I dreaming, or is this real?
Tell me again how my love holds you captive -
A prisoner loving the ordeal!
And when you kiss me, it's then that I know
I'm not dreaming..... O, yes, this is real!
Tell me again how my love holds you captive - A prisoner loving the ordeal the way you finely weave the picture in these lines is amazing.
sometimes I think I am thats what love does to us beautiful
Your Poemhunters answer to Fifty Shades of Grey! You and Val Doren should get together, you'd go down a storm! WELL DONE.
I am speechless, marveling at the beauty of this beautiful piece. A great poet you are, Lora.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is lovely Lora, and extremely well written - love the rhyme scheme.