A Best Tale Of Love (Part 2) Poem by mark anthony st. rose

A Best Tale Of Love (Part 2)



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Its prime identity now masked in the dust,
It grants a beauty, a form, a shape,
An air reminiscent of supernal skies.
Its spirit mated with the virgin lands,
bodies formed by formless of hands,
Its magic lent to the inert of soul,
And its breath to earth’s deep chasms
echoing the harmonie of heaven,
Like the sweet tolls of a monastic bell.
Leaves are there fallen and so to the grace,
A divine providence an accompanying All.
An All-seeing power a peeping sun,
An accompanying moon’s apparent abeyance,
Like a distant face of a love forlorn.
A cosmic beauty, an expansive art,
A masterpiece that hints of Infinite’s power.
A design that spawns a new world,
And a field in which lovers grow
Like two exotic red roses in a vast meadow.
Dreams are there remembered though forgotten,
And love is reborn into human hearts,
Like the resurgence of a latent fire,
Blown mysteriously by a strange wind,
Emerged from the waves of deep Universal seas,
Fuelled by the wealth of once inert wood.
Resumes then a bond, a soul force,
Soul mates unite witnessed by the stars,
And celebrates a love born before time,
To embark on an adventure amorous,
So as to ever erect a tale of an iconic dawn.



to be continued.......

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