serenade

the pleasures of requited love


i.
o i love you
love you i
like rays of morning sunshine
flaming the summits
of majestic hills
how sweet you are
sweet are you
as honey i must make mine
the wise man commits
as the thirst fulfills

ii.
i must tell you
tell you i
how gently on my bosom
your presence finds its rest
o how it thrives!
listen to me
hear you me
you whom to live apart from
cuts like the chilling zest
of flaming knives

iii,
o sacred vow
how sacred
your passions entertwining
with every nuance of
my trembling song
happy am i
how happy
you perfectly defining
th'infinite treasure trove
for whom i long

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by Clyve A. Bowen