Love Number 1


The core of my love is neither death;

Oh Darling of lovely blossoms in my eternal orchard,

You saturate me in all bland years.

It is giving me life without an absence of splendid touch.

You’re not my darkness that hides in confusion,

Nor ugly light that blinds the eyes from truth.

I breathe endless ecstasy from your bosom and soul.

My solemnity is utter vanity and you have it vanished.

You’re altering me slowly until I am conformed to your glory.

Thank heavens, this love is a priceless worth.





About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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