I can't recall when it started,
That hunger I could not satisfy,
Fidgeting in nervous discontent,
Deep inside I held my silent cry
But what would bring satiety
To a heart that was empty and yearning?
How do you control the searing heat
When the fire of passion is burning!
Where to turn, which path should I take?
Like a lost sailor, I was adrift
On a roiling sea of confusion,
Just waiting for the dark clouds to lift
Then I came upon a garden
Of trees laden with a tempting fruit,
A bountiful harvest from an orchard
That my lonely tears could not pollute
So into barrels and baskets
The gathered fruits were carelessly placed,
The more I took, so much more I craved,
And so I took it all, in my haste
Greedily, I planned to devour
All the delicious fruits I had stored,
And too long I tarried in that garden
That enticed me, begging to be explored
But love cannot be saved and stored,
We must use what Fate chose to allot,
Now my cellar's filled with empty crates.....
Hoarded fruits of love, destroyed by rot
Season of love Garden spring blooms once awhile Inhale scents savor the fruits fresh Dawdle inside smile and be guile Love of mind fridge we can't fetch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. Love must be given for it to have any value.....a thought expressed beautifully. Thank you for sharing Lora.