I wonder what those lovers mean, who say
They have giv'n their hearts away.
Some good kind lover tell me how;
For mine is but a torment to me now.
If so it be one place both hearts contain,
For what do they complain?
What courtesy can Love do more,
Than to join hearts that parted were before?
Woe to her stubborn heart, if once mine come
Into the self-same room;
'Twill tear and blow up all within,
Like a granado shot into a magazine.
Then shall Love keep the ashes, and torn parts,
Of both our broken hearts:
Shall out of both one new one make,
From hers, th' allay; from mine, the metal take.
For of her heart he from the flames will find
But little left behind:
Mine only will remain entire;
No dross was there, to perish in the fire.
For of her heart he from the flames will find But little left behind: Mine only will remain entire; .... well penned
Lovers mean to give heart and this gives us wonderful feelings. Twill tear and blow up all within! Love shall keep the ashes. A brilliant poem is excellently penned.
Nicely written. For of her heart he from the flames will find But little left behind: Mine only will remain entire; No dross was there, to perish in the fire.
I can understand its fact.... Well penned poetry... So deep in soul...... Naila 💖💖
well penned- -well penned- -but what do comments like that add to our knowledge? Sigh. For such a painful topic I found this poem to be strangely beautiful- -is that what the words well-penned mean?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can relate to this. Very beautifully penned down.