The feeling-house

Love reigns in the feeling-house
Warmth in the hearth, 

Wooing weaves you a blanket 
With which to warm you in lonely nights . 

Loves has smithed us a ring each
to Troth, and bind us 
Though smitten by the powerful weapon 
of love
The dead envy, and the living too, 

For the life-yearning bees
Which seek their sweetness
In flowers,
Have reserved for us their honey.

And thus my love burns
as daily as the sun
For you, my only, truly 
Loved girl.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 5/29/2017 1:53:00 PM
Beautiful love poem, very original, I love your choice of words. Welcome to PoetrySoup :)
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Isveig Schmidt
Date: 5/29/2017 2:38:00 PM
Thank you, sir. That is such a hearty welcome!:)