She That Love Satisfied and I Would Die To Please

(1.) As Eager Sun Rose, Rewarding Its First Bright Gifts As dawn woke, uttering shining of its first rays Night's darkest veil vanished into whispering winds Rooster's clear crow, signaling a wonderful day Full of life, with golden treasures love's truth portends Bliss a'flowing as our love endures, as we pray. From soft flowering fields, precious dream comes to me As cool winds blow, I see deep longing in your eyes Looking at our names, carved in that Sycamore tree Our promises made under brightest moonlit skies Ringing forth again, love vows from romantic seas! My Love, Time can never your soft-kisses erase Nor die nights we begged passion would never flee I long to see you dancing with beauty and grace Beneath the massive arch of those tall black-oak trees Nothing in this empty world, can your love replace! As dawn woke, uttering shining of its first rays Night's darkest veil vanished into whispering winds Rooster's clear crow, signaling a wonderful day Full of life, with golden treasures love's truth portends Bliss a'flowing, may our love endure, this we pray. Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2020 Rhyme, ( Wherein Sweet Romance And Loving Treasures Abound ) Note- Original version from 1979, edited 7-03-2019, edited 2-06-2020. (2.) She That Love Satisfied And I Would Die To Please She that Love satisfied and I would die to please grew weary of my love, abandoned me with ease yet in romantic heart and soul, her kiss remains as a soothing balm to sad loss and epic pains now she flies in, as an angel with golden wings within sweetest dreams, kisses so softly and sings! Dare I to never wake, hold this paradise firm be forever faithful and live on her love terms remain slave to this fantasy and its delights as a giver throughout such hot romantic nights under her enchanting spell, dying for her touch dare I, give up life's all, love her again too much! As golden moon falls into its deep, dark abyss sorrow awaits, for each time comes that ending kiss as in cherished dream, loving treasures soon will end I face truth, I am dead to my lover, my friend day and reality- this heart they again wake truth - for pure love, two true lovers it takes to make! She that Love satisfied and I would die to please grew weary of my love, abandoned me with ease! Robert J. Lindley, 2-14-2020 Romanticism, (From youth to old age)... edited -2-14-2020- Romanticism, poem doubles, (From youth to old age)... from past lost love to greatest of treasures...