Being without you, I now confess,
Lost in shadows out of heed.
Your lovely face, that I so miss,
Away from me? Your sight I need.
I thought my dear that I can live
Without someone to love and care,
But you have ordered my heart to give
All his beats to love and dare.
Forget not, because of a dark blind,
Love, hope, smiles and cheer.
Behold life; still life is kind.
Feel, love and live my dear.
Can you see my dear the bees?
With thorns made you feel the pain!
But the taste of sweet can please,
Still the donor is the same.
Smooth waves of the silver river
Do hold so close and kiss,
With shiny warm love lather,
The harsh edges of steady cliffs.
My heart, my pen and my face
With lines from seas in cord;
And words to praise your grace,
All men of letters cannot afford.
Thursday, February 14, 2008