Thursday, March 02, 2006
Poetry
"My Love is like the Spring that blossoms"
Spring comes forth like my young Love.
Eager, yet shy, beneath her youthful gaze hides unboundable pure joy.
As she moves, the whole life-force of Creation walks with her
As she smiles, time itself stopped to admire her
The flowers blossomed when she kissed
The butterflies came as she sang.
Oh, how she enchanted me so.
But Winter has come, and Spring has died
And my young love has left me aside
The Silent Darkness is creeping inside
Making known its insidious presence with mocking contempt for life.
I sit in the cold for the night has come