My love was warm; for that I crossed
The mountains and the sea,
Nor counted that endeavour lost
That gave my love to me.
If that indeed were love at all,
As still, my love, I trow,
By what dear name am I to call
The bond that holds me now
The mountains and the sea,
Nor counted that endeavour lost
That gave my love to me.
If that indeed were love at all,
As still, my love, I trow,
By what dear name am I to call
The bond that holds me now
Mon, 2014-03-03 12:51
#1
Nice meter, but the concepts were all cliched, the rhyme not interesting. Poetic reply:
dancing on the mountain tops
or swimming in the sea
between the heavens and the earth
her voice calls out to me