Thou art my morning lark that waketh
My sleepy thoughts with sweetest song;
The morning dew that gently maketh
This weary old heart still beat so long;
Thou art air and the warm sun that giveth
Light and Life, Hope and Love so strong!
THOU ART THE REASON WHEREFORE
Precious Visitor, a brief comment – even just a greeting, added below, or a ‘Like’ – only costs you a very small effort, but will please me GREATLY, on reading it! Thank you. :O)
Prezioso Visitatore, che mi leggi: un breve commento, magari anche solo un saluto, scritto qui sotto, o un ‘Mi Piace’ cliccato, Ti costa solo un piccolo sforzo, però farà un GRANDE piacere a me, che lo trovo! Grazie. :O)
You are a rose, lost in the desert,
perhaps under some palm trees
of a tiny, forlorn, forgotten oasis.
Someone, surely, should rescue you,
and do it a.s.a.p. (as soon as possible),
for the longer you will be left there,
the higher the risk that you’ll perish!
But I am too old and too big, to be
that all-magical, mythical prince
that was born of a crash in the desert,
that dear boy with a spirit so selfless,
to sacrifice all for the good of a flower,
to give it all up for the love of a rose …