Romantic love poems by Eve Adam, a.k.a. Harmonic Eve
Reaching Heights and Falling Short
(page 10)
This poem is without rhyme but with deep meaning. Notice the unusual spacing. There are three groups of seven lines each, alternating with two lines at a time, making a total of twenty-seven lines. The poem could instead be shown as three sets of nine lines each (without setting apart the three thoughts of two lines each.) Take your time pondering this one.
Love is Still a Mystery
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The perfect knight speaks in the night; His shining SOUL is now his armor. But still, like maid of long ago, He holds his love in mystery. He wonders what is what, And who is wooing? Who is pursued by whom? Was it love or was it lust? And which is wrong or right? Imperfect knight speaks in the night. A troubadour sings to a maiden; She hides behind a wall. A wounded Colonel woos his nurse Until they part in sorrow. An unborn child dies in the womb But life is born again. Again the knight's bright shining SOUL -- Or is the maiden now the knight? Again we see the play unfold And wonder, do we know the plot? For as each playing begins anew, We see the ending -- not. Now each one plays the other's part. A tender voice speaks in the night. A troubadour brings forth his song, And love is still a mystery While the play continues on. by Eve Adam, a.k.a. Harmonic Eve June 21, 2006 First Day of Summer |
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