No longer and no more, upon what graces aid be graced and thee. If no more the flame'd vail to mourn should be. That if thou look'st on my verse. And know the hand that lend it words to arrest what sorrow thou disperse. When than the vilest thoughts of sullen recite to be forgot. Or if thou robbed name that distill'd the enrich'd wing much woe. Lest my well-refined pen be render'd not. Thou think'st on me, my truth and truth it be, I love thee so.
For what dream of dreams come nightly above. Canst be none a dream more devotional than mine sweet love.
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Author:
Sefrin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 21st, 2017 09:21
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes, words can be all that's needed to heal a broken heart. This is all about the comfort you can bring to others with a few lines. That comfort can even be for the one who makes the words. Poetry is a blot of many things.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Could anyone not be comforted by reading these archaic assurances that "love be the power behind all sweet romance." A delight of a read Sefrin.
Many thanks, Fay! It's a truly good feeling to have a great poet as yourself to comment my work.
Awesome write Sefrin.
Thank you very much!
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