When Love Was Young - Poem by Mihaela Pirjol
I forgot your eyes open in my heart
Whenever I close mine, you look at me;
Would that look ever meet my eyes again?
Would my heart ever bounce gleefully
At the sound of your smile in your voice?
When Love was young, jocund and jolly,
My sound-elated heart sung melodies of love,
Now, an archaic cadence echoes lost within:
"No more songs to sing with passion
No longer to anticipate reaction;
No matter melodies you sing
My hopes of love will never bring;
And I shall never live to see
The beauty of a rose unfurled in thee;
Its gentle, lovely velvet touch
I dearly love, so very much."
When Love was young, as a conductor
Would rise harmonically an orchestra
Reviving life amongst the dead around;
Would soar and sense, and touch Divine,
Dazzling the knowledge with answers;
That permanent presence in absence,
That balmy warmth around my heart,
Roused at your memory.
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