O, wait for me, I will return; Love, wait!
see not one setting sun but my vow hear!
And rising morn-sun shall my words keep dear:
O wait for me, Love ; Truth has bound our fate.
While waiting, lover, know this: our dreams state
that Time is Love's best ally, un-worth fear.
For but a touch, a glance, a promise near,
doth re-affirm Fidelity; Love, wait!
My anxious soul loves aching, in Love's spell.
There's nothing to compare, when feelings meet,
of satisfaction, with requitement sweet!
Such passion we could never disavow!
You stated, I confessed, all Love could tell.
O, wait for me, as Love alone knows how.
Wow! There are not sufficient words in English (and I have only twelve or so words of Koine Greek) to describe the beauty and splendor of this triumphant poem.
Starward
Wow! There are not sufficient words in English (and I have only twelve or so words of Koine Greek) to describe the beauty and splendor of this triumphant poem.
Starward