A poem of love and of war and of death but not the death of love.


by Robert Davidson

My voice breaks against those lips of thine,
Before I leave for war I must implore
Let me love you gently your first time
As dumb-tongued my love to you expose.
And then I'll return to thee once more
To bring to thy heart a rose.

I long to merge myself in you
And lie with you all my last long night
Making each to the other fit true;
While love's deep wonder to you shows
Heady passion given for your delight.
I leave with your heart a rose.

You laugh as in my fond arms you fall
As you respond with your passion pent.
But before I answer the bugle's call
I want us to lie entwined in still repose
As in mad delight sublimely spent
You press to my heart a rose.

As the war rages on I see you yet
Mourning red-eyed your lost love. I cry aloud
'If I die, I know you'll not forget
For on our troth one request I must impose:
If I am swathed in the silence of a shroud,
Then drop on my heart a rose.'

Copyright 2005


Submitted: January 13, 2007

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Add Your Comments:




Well written.

Appealing presentation of a truly sad romantic theme.

Happy trails,

Ed Bradley.

Sun, January 14th, 2007 1:18am

Doc Scurlock

Morbidly gorgeous. My respects to you.

Sun, February 11th, 2007 2:00am

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