No More To Wait
I sought the haven of her love
to be scorned and sent away,
bitter sad and grieving
day after dreary day.
All my best had fallen short
found lacking by her measure,
the ecstasy of love’s rare bloom
is the memory that I’ll treasure.
With its petals plucked and withered
and my heart an empty shell,
I sit now in a cold dark room
to forever herein dwell.
The joy of love was fleeting
flickering out after but awhile,
our cup of happiness empty
reeking sour now of bile.
Will there ever come a knocking
at my bolted door,
a woman to refill my cup
and share it forever more?
I’ll sweep out the dusty chambers
and light candles in my heart,
if she would but redeem me
bringing love to never part.
Transform my dreary dungeon
to a terrace bathed in light,
putting wind beneath my wings
so my heart again takes flight.
For this I will throw back the bolt
and open wide my cell,
eagerly scan the distance
for her to whom I’d tell;
Welcome now my lady
to this heart whose thirst is great,
for a taste of love’s sweet draught
now to drink, no more to wait.
Copyright © Bob Quinn | Year Posted 2006
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment