To Love.....
To Love.....
LOVE.. but in a pure way
or you don't get time to cry.
O Love..!! Of all the riches that are mine
What gift have I withheld before my shrine.?
What tender ecstasy of prayer & praise
Or lyric flower of my impassioned days.?
What poignant dream have I denied to thee
Of secret hope, desire and memory;
Or intimate anguish of sad years, long dead
Old griefs unstaunched, old fears uncomforted.?
What radiant prophecies that thrill & throng
The unborn years with swift delight of song.?
O Love.! Of all the treasures that I own,
What gift have I withheld before thy throne.?

