Love poem 3

To me my freedom is lost upon the will to love,

But Love in return has given me you, its prize.

She must have known me long in every schemes of life,

And through solitude, the silent torments in my heart.

Ah, then you came, out of her lisping mouth!

She in her flowing tresses, you in your dawning looks.

I long to live to see each moment’s bliss

Revealed in us. We pray our solemn love endure,

While she, dear Freedom, departs and unties my shoes,

Reluctantly, but with an ever burning wish

That together out of her calm and reason

We shall not fail to keep each other’s vows

And though at times we hardly hide our woes,

We cling to love and we breathe through it by faith.

I have reveled in Freedom, I have wandered across her hills;

But Love showed me her meadows to lie upon and dream,

And if by chance she has forgotten me

I still have you in her memory