Consigned

Consigned I am to live without your love To grave to go without its sweetest taste On earth to stay and never fly above I hope my end will come with wanton haste What use have I for life without your smile For body that’s unravished by your hands What use is there to live but for a while When I count unkissed days as grains of sand What can I hope for in my lonely bed? When cold am I, unwrapped in heaven’s arm Your love was once a feast on which I fed Your promises were charms that kept from harm But tell me, love, are you consigned to be without the comfort of my soothing breast? When you are weary, tell me, will you see a woman who can grant your each request? Consigned are you to life without my eyes that bore for you affection in their gaze? Consigned are you to live with other’s lies or here to thrive and live with lover’s praise? Consigned am I to live without you here I smile for in my heart I know it's true When making love, you’ll "see" me standing there And wish that it were me in bed with you Eileen Manassian