I keep the pale rose, and I feel my sorrow.
My love is like the proxigean spring tide.
I have no hope and no dream for tomorrow,
But I know that our dear Lord is by my side.
As certain things are to be loved in secret,
I love thee to the depth and breadth, and I know
To keep the silence, though to feel no regret.
My love is much the same as an Arctic Glow.
And when my soul is vibrating with this thrill,
I need my lost precious moments to revive.
After a strong storm, your feelings and my shrill
Make me regain hope, and I begin to live.
Poem by Marieta Maglas
very neatly done. I enjoy the emotions evoked from the poem. it relates to me so much. thanks for sharing.
Your poem glowing dear mari! ! the binary opposition 'me' and 'thee' here encompassed that the reader touched! signifieds are successfully disclosed as words/descriptors did it with pure love! 1010101010+
As certain things are to be loved in secret, I love thee to the depth with wall I know nice poem 10
Very touchy poem like while reading we get absorbed in it 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A pensive piece on subtle love! great