Losing Your Beloved Woman To Another Man. Poem by Martin Greyford

Very Soon,
Destiny will put you in the
Midst of a peaceful family,
But it will send me into the
World of struggle and warfare.
You will be in the home of a person whom chance
Has made most fortunate through your beauty and virtue,
While I shall be living a life of suffering and fear.
You will enter the gate of life,
While I shall enter the gate of death.

You will be received hospitably,
While I shall exist in solitude,
But I shall erect a statue of love
And worship it in the valley of death.
Love will be my sole comforter,
And I shall drink love like wine
And wear it like a garment.
At dawn love will wake me from slumber,
And take me to the distant fields,
And at noon it will lead me to the shadows of

Trees where I will find shelter with
The birds from the heat of the sun.
In the evening,
It will cause me to pause before sunset
To hear nature's farewell song to the light of the day
And it will show me ghostly clouds sailing in the sky,
And at night love will embrace me,
And I shall sleep,
Dreaming of the heavenly world where spirits of
Lovers and poets abide.

In the spring I shall walk side by side
With love among violets and roses
And drink the remaining drops of winter in the lily cups.
In summer we shall make the bundles of hay
Our pillow and the grass our bed,
And the blue sky will cover us as we
Gaze at the stars and moon.
In autumn,
Love and I will go to the vineyard and
Sit by the wine-press and watch the grapevines
Being denaded of their golden ornaments.

And the migrating flocks of birds will sing over us.
In winter we shall sit by the fireplace reciting
Stories of long ago and chronicles of far countries.
During my youth, love will be my teacher,
In middle age, my help
and in old age, my delight.
Love,
My beloved will stay with me
To the end of my life,
And after death,
The hand of God will unite us again.