Solely Love

We live the way each trice gets less From Azure’s hue and from its ray, And my life’s rye-coloured shirt’s Broider becomes a tow grey. There pale the petals of the hour Of lilies of the light and hope, Still, stubbornly, I’m looking for Some thing whose breath does never stop. And, to all World, I tell the tales, The tales I’ve never heard before, To convince it that Aeon still Does stay awake in our nights’ core! That the death’s time was never born! That Life is only truth, at length! That either of them has a verge, And solely Love is with no end…