Sonnet To My Love
Oh, my gentle red flower of love,
by Paul Hartal
beyond blue meadows of passion,
on earth, or soaring high above,
your noble eyes shine in compassion.
In jade gardens, among jasmines
and lilac orchids of longing,
thorny roses rise and robins
sing as firm desires are blooming.
Purple levander blossoms of morn,
your hands are the womb of fragrance,
In your eyes the sunshine is born,
You are the rhythm, my life's cadence.
Oh, flower of love, never just part,
Yours is my entire flaming heart.