Gerhard Munthe, Idyll (1886)
Path Forsaken, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Today is not the first day here did sit,
Pondering what path is the best to take.
Life in the balance challenges my wit.
Future depends on whatev’r choice I make.
Should the choice be made by the casting lots?
Heat I feel liken to the blacksmith’s pit.
Love at the end of each path rips my thoughts,
No matt’r the decision will cause a split.
Path to the right means many lonely nights,
While to the other ensures empty days.
Absent of either touch fills me with frights.
Just the thought puts me in a weaken daze.
Love is supposed to fill the heart with glee,
Then why walking this path is done sadly?
Giovanni Boldini, Cleo de Merode (1907)
Cleo de Merode, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Cleo Merode ballerina prima,
You are most of all a beautiful flirt,
Putting hearts of many in a coma.
Oh! The power your dancing does exert!
A king you have brought to his royal knees,
With gentle smiles and those daring brown eyes.
Captivating and ensnaring with ease,
On the stage with that tantalizing guise.
You move from place to place with utmost grace,
Stealing men’s weakened hearts along the way.
They dream of touching your beautiful face,
And into their waiting arms you will sway.
Is it the very moves within your dance?
Or your raw beauty which creates the trance?
Heart in Abeyance
Waffling scents so potent did fill the air,
My eager heart hears not a word thy say.
Though of great importance I do not care,
Wondering why thou must keep me at bay.
Thou art as the rose whose sweet scent I feel,
To get too close there is mortal danger.
If thou were to ask I will gladly kneel,
For thy heart no long’r to be a stranger.
Watching thee closely for the slightest hint,
Holding on hope to the evening’s end,
Not to place in my heart another dint.
Am I destined to be only thy friend?
My feeble heart to what will it resort,
To gain thy love before the trumpet’s mort?
Painting by: William John Hennessy, The Pride of Dijon, 1879
Love’s Daydream End, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Can there ever be another like you,
Who can make me happy when I’m so blue,
Whose heart was meant for me ev’r to be true,
Love so tend’r my heart wishes to renew.
Two linked hearts carved into this rugged tree,
Our joined love was meant forever to be,
Filled to overflowing with laugh and glee.
I reach for you but there is only me.
Only you who can fix this broken heart.
Tis my hope that you have forgot me not,
To meet here once again for a new start,
With my solemn promise never to part.
Love cannot be of one, but hearts of two,
Being ev’r true lest have one bid adieu.
Painting by: Marcus Stone, Love’s Daydream End (c. 1880)
Love’s Confusion, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
My feeling of love for you shall nev’r freeze,
No matter the trying situation.
It was first founded on a summer breeze.
Know not the cause of such palpitation,
But in my heart twas your coronation.
It is you that I will always adore,
Being together the world to explore.
Need to ask why of your hesitation,
For my heart be dangerously perplexed.
At first did you feel a wild sensation?
If yes, then my troubled heart shall be vexed.
If you be confused what is to be next,
Let your warming heart be a faithful guide,
It is only you I wish to be at my side.
Painting by: Gotthardt Johann Kuehl, Lovers in a Café (c 1900)