Come away, come, sweet love,
The golden morning breaks,
All the earth, all the air
Of love and pleasure speaks,
Teach thine arms then to embrace,
And sweet rosy lips to kiss,
And mix our souls in mutual bliss.
Eyes were made for beauty's grace,
Viewing, rueing love's long pain,
Procur'd by beauty's rude disdain.
Come away, come, sweet love,
The golden morning wastes,
While the sun from his sphere
His fiery arrows casts:
Making all the shadows fly,
Playing, staying in the grove,
To entertain the stealth of love,
Thither, sweet love, let us hie,
Flying, dying, in desire,
Wing'd with sweet hopes and heav'nly fire.
Come away, come, sweet love,
Do not in vain adorn
Beauty's grace that should rise
Like to the naked morn:
Lilies on the river's side,
And fair Cyprian flowers new blown,
Desire no beauties but their own,
Ornament is nurse of pride,
Pleasure, measure, love's delight,
Haste then, sweet love, our wished flight
A contest entry
- Love poems by lie.
400 points, ended March 9, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - "I KNEW I LOVED YOU BEFORE I MET YOU" by rinzurajan.
900 points, ended April 11, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i loved the old shakesperean touch to it...but guess u got me wrong...this poem is good but not inspired by the prompt...
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Wow I love the Shakespearian speech! And you rhyme it so well! Well done!
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this is the best poem of yours that I've read thus far and its amazing! what a great read!!! Keep up the awesome work!
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