03-16-2010, 08:31 PM
I have searched long for that love of all loves,
But it hastens not, though my winter's arrived
And leaves me desolate of every hope of warmth,
Comfort and a prospect of my name's immortality.
Nor will this elusive love reveal itself in my little dreams,
Allowing, at the very least, a gossamer of muted visions
That would elevate this worn and bitter man to a level of
Expanded vistas and kindle the flames of love's illusion ...
But it hastens not, though my winter's arrived
And leaves me desolate of every hope of warmth,
Comfort and a prospect of my name's immortality.
Nor will this elusive love reveal itself in my little dreams,
Allowing, at the very least, a gossamer of muted visions
That would elevate this worn and bitter man to a level of
Expanded vistas and kindle the flames of love's illusion ...