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.
Januarian (in Chrismation, Januarius)
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.
Januarian (in Chrismation, Januarius)