Love LostA Poem by Audrey HowittA poem about the tenacity of love.Make haste thou my own And reap you with scythe What you have sown.
Bitter herbal, thou drinkest, A potion deep, a draft succulent. How didst thou findest This herb so rare? Tis wondrous, its fair flower. Wilt thou smell the brief bloom of discontent As it resides in the deepest part of thy truculent heart?
Wert o’er and thy smile hid Beneath laden shadows of eventide. Wert but a dream, Descending into brightest sun From moon swept night.
I knowest not thy heart. Goest where thy will. And in thy solicitude Recall how thou didst Smile with me, Long and languorously my sweet.
Labor not to reap thy vanity. Rather, labor truly to reap my heart Ever wondrous and new As it recalls the Tenacity of love’s language. © 2011 Audrey HowittAuthor's Note
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Added on May 25, 2011Last Updated on May 25, 2011 AuthorAudrey HowittAlameda, CAAboutI am so happy to be writing! I was an attorney in my previous incarnation. These days, I teach voice mostly, write some and do a little psychotherapy. It seems like a good combination for me. I h.. more..Writing
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