We Were So Blessed, When Our Love Was New,Poets Tribute Series, Fifth Poet, Percy Bysshe Shelly

(1.) We Were So Blessed, When Our Love Was New Nevermore softest touch of loving hand nevermore, will we together stand! Forevermore, our sad souls shall deny forevermore, lost halls echo our cry! You were my angel, I your lover true. We were so blessed, when our love was new. Resplendent, were nights of our hot fervor Alas! Found was a doomed endeavor! Dare we blame Fate or dim light of pale moon Or passion's depths entered far too soon? You were my angel, I your lover true. We were so blessed, when our love was new. Nay! Such was burning of flames searing hot blasting love like a massive cannon shot! A wound opened, that blood could flow crimson path creating, a way to go! You were my angel, I your lover true. We were so blessed, when our love was new. Nevermore waking morns, your face to see nevermore that soft caress touching me! O'hand of grief, release that crushing hold forevermore, give back sweet love we sold! You were my angel, I your lover true. We were so blessed, when our love was new. Resplendent, were trysts under bright moonlight Alas! In hot embrace we left true sight! Did Fate, romantic fever wash away Or simply set price we both had to pay? You were my angel, I your lover true. We were so blessed, when our love was new. Nay! Moon shadows whispered, it was greed your huge demands, worship you both so need! All was true love, 'tis fault of you and I we can see, we once had, pie in the sky! You were my angel, I your lover true. We were so blessed, when our love was new. Robert J. Lindley, 11-05-2019 Rhyme, ( Treasure Once Found, From Youth, A Lover Sweetly Missed ) Poets Tribute Series, fifth poet, Percy Bysshe Shelly ( Un espoir, une prière, que Père Time me permette de réaliser ce rêve.) (2.) Within Faith, Such Magnificent Dream Lives God: Can not thy merciful hand stop flow of tears from her weeping eyes, Will thy merciful heart into life shine rays, into her beautiful sky? Grant thee, this new morn a majestic gift of true Love, needed Light it brings, Can not thy heavenly paradise send Love to her as thy angels sing? Plead I, this request born of truest Love as my soul bleeds deeply for her, Within faith, such magnificent dream lives whilst this beating heart now so stirs. Robert J. Lindley, 11-04-2019 Rhyme- Couplets, Poets Tribute Series, fifth poet, Percy Bysshe Shelly ( Pour l'amour, on peut parcourir les flammes les plus chaudes de l'enfer. )