On Love Once More

Ian Konopatzke

When cometh the day I lie in rigid state

O’ercome by earth abounding, touched by the hands of fate

When consumeth the worms the shell of my being

May our times of mirth and woe ne’er depart of thee

Thus is the course of life, for the child in time

Shall bid farewell to youthful bosom, and subscribe to elder age

So too in due course shall cease to flow

The currents o’er the cragged stone, and decay the nature ‘round

And though thee one day shall frailty entertain

So fair wilt thou remain

Yet till that lamentable hour

When all be but expired

Thy tresses of auburn and eyes of azure

Will solace me thro’ th’ tempests of Summer

And th’ fury of Winter, the vernal blossoms

And the autumnal showers

Art thou my Beatrice, my queen, my belovéd fore’er

  • Author: Ian Konopatzke (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 19th, 2024 11:20
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  • Parisab

    Refreshingly classic, in style and form….
    Nice write!



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