O my love, my darling
Reason again has mind pondering;
My heart ‘gain wondering
How one so amazing
As thee, could love me.
You said it’s because I’m sweet
And make you feel complete
That my love is a treat
And you’re glad we did meet;
I’m all that you can see.
I heard and I do receive,
Your words I do believe
Though I cannot conceive…
Love makes the lover naïve.
I’m happily heart’s appointee.
But on the merits of appointment
Though I steadily ascent
From the past to present
I’ll never reach a percent
Where I’ll be worthy of thee.
For it is that though I rise
I’m met the certain surprise:
In my heart and in my eyes
As I walk, every part of you flies;
Therefore my lack I foresee.
A lack inherent in every man
That is mothered by woman
And has death in his plan;
Yet if I held eternity’s hand
I still would not be worthy.
For I would give bouquets
And give only part of my day
When gardens and the Milky-way
In full, does not meet halfway…
Yet with much jubilee
You accept my mediocrity,
Which confounds… but gives esprit;
In your heart you hold a lessee
Who can’t pay, and he is me.
I forever give you my love.
i did like this. especially the part about accepting mediocrity. We all feel mediocre at times even when others find something special about us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful sentiment.....you express you true feelings well...fantastic SG