Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2016
Thy voice rolls on the handsome air;
   I hearest thee on the violet grass;
   Thou standest above the drifted haze;
And in this setting thou art fair.

Thou looked gay and pleasing to me;
   And thy gallant charms blinded me
   And though I may have loved in vain
Thou maketh me mad, love is insane;

What is with thy striking blue eyes
   And two hauntingly sweet lips;
   I heard thee writ in last night's sleep
And draw my roses in the skies.

Far off thou art, and ne'er near;
   Although I wish thou could but hear
   How long I hath wished for, and still
Thou shalt not seek the love I feel.

Far off thou art, and ne'er here;
   Although I wish thou could be near
   How long I hath loved, every day
Thou shalt not leave for me today.

Far off thou art, and ne'er hear;
   Although I wish thou could be near
   How long I hath opened my heart;
And prayed we would not be apart.

Far off thou art, and ne'er see;
   How much I want thee here with me
   With just more love days to charm;
To stay by my side, in my arms.

Far off thou art, and ne'er know;
   How much I could love tomorrow
   With just enough at heart to see;
With just enough love to love me.
Written by
Stephanie Cynthia  F
(F)   
481
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems