what a waste to let the years come and go to let
to let the years drop by wasted until the grave
what profit thee if thy love is greater than any other
if thee but stare silent mute with a love unlike a brother;
lying fellow sterile love wasting away in a heart not brave
get thee gone in haste in flight see thy beloved this day
is this not a season of love declared bold come what may
be bold only a fool shivers away with a noble love untold;
be romantic if it pleases thee sink down upon one knee
make known thy stirring heart with sincere heartfelt plea
love untold undeclared can never embrace set a heart free;
what beautiful woman desires to see a handsome man die in her sight
when the full moon the lover's moon shines be passionate love this night
true love declares I will love only thee to be her lover must passion fight;
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem