Youth And Sore Love Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Who would not remember the wild bees reeling from flower to flower?
With their furry coat and their gauzy wings
Here in a lily-cup, and then roaming the wind wide bower
In such zeal, never miss a tulip lap they set a jacinth bell a-swing,
There was my happy hour, it was there I trow
As a youngster I made to her that eternal vow,

I swore that there were two lives; should be, could be like one
Naturally as long as the sea-gull loved the sea,
As long as the sunflower sought the summer sun,
It shall be, I said, I imagined love for eternity
Between her and me!
Yet, wild, capricious, those untamed times of youth were over and done,
Love's web unknotted and spun.

Who would bring back the long looking upward where the pine trees
Sway and sway in some sublime language under the summer air,
There in the valley and around the village of childhood never a breeze
Scatters the thistledown, but there
Great divine winds blow fair
From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,
And the wave-lashed green leas.

We followed upward where the white gull screams,
What did it see that we did not see?
Is that a star? or the lamp that waves and sparks in gleams
On some outward voyaging argosy,
Ah! What can it be?
We lived our lives each in own world; in a separate land of dreams!
How misfortunate for love! how sad it seems.

We had at last to part; there was nothing left to say
But that, that love is never lost, it lives within me at any cost
Keen winter stabs the breasts of May
Whose crimson roses burst his frost,
Ships in foaming seas tempest-tossed
Will find a harbor in some bay,
And so I hope, so I thought we may.

And there was nothing left for us to do
But to kiss once again, last time and part,
Nor there was nothing we should rue,
I have my fair love in time of youth; she had her beauty and her Art,
Then we parted in search of new paths for us to start,
One world was not enough for such inexperienced two
Like her and I.

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