Twenty Titles, a Beautiful New Birth

Twenty Titles, A Beautiful New Birth In a sad blindness, one may yet find hope Sweet romance is in truth a healing balm What in Life, can we truly ever hold True to Heart, an old poet's solemn vow Drowned in passionate depths of our deep love Come to me Love, so that tender heart swells O' broken heart, tis now thy time to mend In thy love-realm I would gladly live and die Caressing Virgin soil, with soft caring hands I beg to yet again kiss thy sweet precious lips As cool winds grace soft emerging twilight Where Nature's beauty and man's design meet There Winter's lonely fallows deeply dream Where weeping willows in silent peace grow Seeds sprouted from deep within mother Earth Fair maiden, forever this true love hold Wide eyes absorbing true magical scene Waterfalls in rainbows where we shall play I am laid bare, naked with nothing to hide Shall we believe in that promise forsworn Robert J. Lindley, free verse, 7-22-2019