SerenadeA Poem by Gleb ZavlanovSerenade to love...Dear
love, you are a snow-girt swan who glides Along the pearly traces of a lake For
in your breast, unearthly grace resides: A power, like morn’s bud, wide and awake.
You
are a nymph who rests within the ebb Of some cool stream, whose smile traces
stars. Dear
love, within your beauty’s twining web, I have been tangled. Your bright crest
unbars
With
fairest summer weather and spring nights, And autumn afternoons, stowed with the
dreams, Of
golden evenings, and of winter sprites Which wend around the forests, wrapped in
beams.
Dear
love, your heart’s as soft as flakes of snow That dot the mountains and the moors. Fresh
dew Which
drips across the flower’s golden brow Is all the gentleness that makes you, you.
Have
we ne’er met before, maid of the lea, Where gleaming, murm’rous brooks all gently
moan, What
would have isolation left of me? If not for you, I would have died alone. © 2014 Gleb ZavlanovAuthor's Note
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Added on January 12, 2014Last Updated on January 15, 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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