Alexander Romanov

Rookie - 125 Points (23/02/1989 / Russia - Moscow)

Where Art Thou My Seraphim? - Poem by Alexander Romanov

All alone by the calm river I sat, under the pale moon
Softly plucking the strings of my guitar, playing a sad tune
Remembering all the problems, I caused thee and pain
But I miss thou my mistress like the dessert miss the rain
Thy presence still lingers here, eternally haunting me
All the tears I cried for thou on endless nights blur my vision and now I cannot see
Thou filled the emptiness in my heart with passion and love
Thee were my guardian angel with wings of a dove
In the winter, to thou on lonely nights of gloom and despair I would come
And In the summer, laughing through the castle ruins we’d run
Thou always lend thy hand to me and never bothered to ask why
Now that I lost thou, I know that my love for thee would never die
Thou came into my life and turned my ghastly nightmares into magnificent dreams
I guess that this is what love really means
Angel, thy love is my only beacon on this moonless night
In my world of darkness, thou art my only sphere of light
Thy kisses of honey thawed my heart of cold stone
With thee next to me, mistress I shall never be alone
Seraphim, thy tender kisses brought my cold body back to life
For every kiss thou give me, I shall give thee five
But thou art gone forever, though I’m still here
And I waited for thy arrival for twenty-four years
Now I’m old and bold, and my limbs hath gone stiff and cold
But I shall always remember thee and in my soul a sculpture of thy is carved out of solid gold
My heart and soul belong to thee O mistress of mine
And I shall for eternity love thou my seraphim, till the end of time
From my prison of fear and agony come set me free
Then spread thy wings O creation of love, and from here let us fly into the golden skies I and thee


Comments about Where Art Thou My Seraphim? by Alexander Romanov

  • (8/11/2007 10:18:00 AM)

    For in Thine arms doth not Thy feel,
    The imprint of my wings folded?
    Have my sweet wined lips,
    Left thee unable to drink?
    Did when Mine heart twine with Thine,
    Leave it silent in alone?
    Would Thou risk another chance,
    To know mine softest folds?
    Estelle Romanov
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 12, 2011


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