Where Is Love? Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Where is that friend, that love, that beauty whom everywhere I seek?
When the day dawns, my longing only grows with night wind moans; barely cooping
When the day flees, I still cannot find her though I fall delirious and sick
Though my heart burns in wild throbbing


I see her traces, wherever any power moves,
Aflower blooms, or a leaf bends in the caressing wind
In the breath I draw, the air I breathe from gloom groves
Her love is mixed; sometimes fickle and untrue


I hear hervoice, where summer winds whisper,
where groves sing, birds are shimmering and where rivers with rocky outcroppings roar
I hear it best in my heart speaking and me her image keeping.
Oh, When so much beauty in every vein and sinew
Of her being, when life so short and frail,
How beautiful must her source be, with her I eternally be!


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