Renos Georgiou Poems
To My Love
Bring me not roses which wither and die
Only to be discarded for another, younger
Bloom with petals reddened but thorns
No less viciouse. Bring me them my love
Those thorns will draw blood.
Bring me not a card with a message.
As card is flimsy, so easily ripped to reveal
Paper slices straight
through chordae tendineae.
Most words are weak
Make such a mess
Of cliche as you understand not the love
Surrounded by the white of frozen snow
Give me a deathly whisper
With quivering fear
Let 'scape a tear