The Winging Words Of Wild Youth Poem by Alexander Porrello

The winging words of wild youth,
a song sung she, her voice so soft,
no higher hymn heard he in truth,
than tune she trilled from tower loft.
His highest heart, held fast by grief,
against it strained a soldier’s fears,
and madly mourned amour so brief,
it yearned for love many long years.
From tower tall, where tendril crept,
she saw him sit her song to hear,
and beating heart, in breast it leapt,
yearning for love many long years.
To war he went, no word he spoke.
Her softest heart in twain he broke.