Uncrowned Lovers Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Two uncrowned lovers, each one of them stood alone
With no green weight of laurels round her or his head,
Their sad eyes to tell as one isolated and uncomforted,
And linger weary with human's never-ceasing burdening moan



For sins against love no bleating victim can atone,
Remembering sweet time; long lips with tears and kisses fed.
Girt were they once in a garment glamorous black and red,
Where the road would lead; the mark of a broken stone


Oh send up lilies, dove-like, up to her knees.
Now at her sight, your heart being lit again with flame
The sensation of glee; the suffocating yet pleasant unease
And she may answer, knowing well your name


For then it was the good morning of their waking souls
Last night love, they could not watch out of confusion and fear
To map world to world and to match word to word was not in their control
Love and its wrath comes in savage storm; none could endear


The memory of her standing breast high amid gilded wheat field
Clasped by the golden light of a bright morning yield
Like a sweet creature a beloved of the sun
He remembered how he drew many glowing kisses like one


And she rushed brushing ankle-high in a sea of flowers
As he could hear the wind behind playing in thousands waves of golden wheat
He breathed the spring air nostrils wide in the field sweet
As the cows thick with milk and the buzzing bees honey their hour

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