POETRY: the nectar of life Page 3

Reticent Love

Why Thy not made me a tiny dew?

And why Thy not made the rose bud my love?

So, I could have fallen--

On the spongy petals of my heart.

Then I could have stroked--

The red blossomed cheeks of my love...

I could have bathed him--

With my fanciful desires without a thought.

I could have brought every star of this galaxy

Holding it in me to give my love, a smile;

Loving my love all through the night

Letting my mind flee somewhere,not in vicinity.

Let my heart command and guide me.

I would have softened even the first rays of sun,

Before they fall on the golden face of my dreaming Love.

I would have sweetened the chirping tunes

Bringing him back from his dreamland dunes.

And when he would have met the awaiting world,

I would have vanished with my reticent love.

O my Lord!Why Thy not made me a tiny dew?

And why Thy not made the rose bud my love...?