The Love Song, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Burne-Jones Edward-The Love Song (1878)

Edward Brune-Jones, The Love Song (1878)

 

The Love Song, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

In the bower at twilight listening:
Listening to songs of your great beauty.
I close my eyes and do see you singing,
The music, don’t stop is my anxious plea.

Sing to me my beautiful nightingale,
Sing the words of our love that touch my heart,
Those which bring me to my knees ever frail.
Though we are apart your songs do impart.

Soon together again, to hear your voice,
My adoring eyes shall be opened wide,
Being rapturous that I was your choice,
And that forever you shall be my bride.

May we never again asunder be.
If to be, your love song will comfort me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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