"The Quotes Garden"


[ XXIX ]


To speak of love


“There must be love! There must be love!
It seems I hear my soul, with distant echoes;
Each blade of grass, here, in these meadows,
Is like a story foretold of all of the above –
To speak of love; - so easy, comes for them!
When trembling in the wind, for my behove,
A symphony reveals the emptiness I chose
For such a bliss, to fill a dying stem;


There must be love! There must be love!
And then, my heart awaiting their refrain,
- So eager, longing for a soothe where to depose
A frozen rose, - in sealing my true love;
For it, I have no words, nor speak in vain,
As silence sweetly carries off the painful dew,
In which above my dying muse to whisper:
I love you!..”


©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)