You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,
Your sweetness in the nightingale, your white- ness in the swan.
You haunt my waking like a dream, my slumber like a moon,
Pervade me like a musky scent, possess me like a tune.
Yet, when I crave of you, my sweet, one tender moment's grace,
You cry, "I sit behind the veil, I cannot show my face."
Shall any foolish veil divide my longing from my bliss?
Shall any fragile curtain hide your beauty from my kiss?
What war is this of Thee and Me? Give o'er the wanton strife,
You are the heart within my heart, the life within my life.
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From guest rhondasail (contact)
This speaks to me on two levels. First, the human; to be at odds for a time with a lover and wanting to forget the 'strife' and live again the 'life within the life'. And second, the spiritual; a cry to God for assistance and His seeming answer of no. I appreciate the way the answer/veil is tossed aside to show that such desire in love cannot be denied because it is the "heart within the heart". God cannot deny himself. Another beautiful write. Many thanks to the translator for a lovely piece of art.
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