To***A Poem by Gleb ZavlanovA poem about immortal love...
Sweet
love, if death’s black net my mind shall cover And
drape with doubly twining nets my heart, Be
not the one to weep and cry, dear lover For
never shall I from your essence, part. When
you shall to your chambered bed, retire, I
shall bear my embalming pinions Above
your crest, so that when you shall tire, You’ll
safely roam in dream’s dominions. When
you shall wake before the morning’s charms, And
bear upon your brain, renewéd thought, I
shall enwrap you with my tender arms, Although
you’ll feel them as the air and not As mortal flesh, but some unearthly ether, For, love, in life and death we’ll stay
together. © 2014 Gleb ZavlanovReviews
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Added on January 19, 2014Last Updated on January 19, 2014 AuthorGleb ZavlanovAboutHello there. I'm an aspiring poet. Nothing makes me happier than to bring delight to the hearts of my readers and to bring delight to myself by reading other peoples' work. Poetry is, in my opinion, o.. more..Writing
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