(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)
A servant to my heart,
face and body washed in dew that 'morn.
My liege held my hand and took my heart,
faithfulness, honesty shone in his eyne.
My heart given will never convert,
love was anchored ever 'morrows.
Never doubt my love the waxing, waning
through to caducity of our years.
Sparrow
Aung I glad you enjoyed this poem which is part of a Saga. All the poems posted are one Saga. Come back enjoy
Thanx To The Doctor/// Nurse to my pulse, / Contanance at sunrise./ RH Peat
Never doubt my love the waxing, waning through to caducity of our years. a very fine poem.. dev
so simple and deep...says a lot..loved the emotions behind the thought.Excellent! ! !
Never doubt my love the waxing, waning through to caducity of our years. and the title of the poem is marriage. love, doubt, problems, intensity of emotions and real love and passion. thank you very much for making the reader think a lot. thank you. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine write that eloquently an gently defines the title in a dedication for just one.
Danny thank you for this comment. The dedication is always for one!