'So, we'll go no more a roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.'
From: So We'll Go No More a Roving
By Lord Byron (George Gordon)
who can love
are there rules somehow
that love is beyond fate
yes there are one or two
more basic wants
a roof and a warm plate
then a lock on the door
a picture on the wall
reminding me of home
hermits never stand alone
they love the past
dreams and phantoms
love is the rarest ransom
deeper than gold or diamond
the center of the soul
so fragile, vulnerable
a hunger, our great desire
and yet it can grow cold
hold my hand, my left
and I will use my right
to vanquish every enemy
that's what love is
I stand in front of thee
protect thee from all enmity
yes I will give my life
gladly trade my death
for your salvation
so what should you think
and how can I explain
this strange equation
love another more than life
sacrifice all
a tender and brave conceit
yet look about you
the hunger of deceit
the gift of love devoured
not even blood ensures
that bond
that love doth flower
we make a choice, unshaken
and in the end
love is received like breath
the rarest prize is ours
the hand is taken
we have no fear
of living or of death
we have no fear of living or of death =Τhat's it, Barry.You caught it.great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem has great depth. To love we must overcome all fears.
The most powerful thing on earth and in short supply IMO.