Be Ever Sweet
Love, dearest lady, such as I would speak,
beyond the dusk of doubt and fear.
my dear, ever sweet, let us dare to leap,
to fall soft, fleeting, frail, and meek.

Be ever sweet, tradition of true hearts,
Farewell, Life! And my senses swim—
We speak our vows before the world departs.
as love’s bright torch burns low and dim.

Is there a bitter pang for love removed?
It was not in the winter chill,
A wound too deep, it was not fate unmoved,
but spring-times freeze that broke my will.

My heart is sick, tradition, longing, torn—
O lady, leave thy silken thread,
for love is not in your white lace adorned
but bleeding hearts have dyed it red.

Fairy boat on a frozen lake may glide,
Dear heart shall find no kind morrow,
Traditions where love and longing abide.
let dawn unweave threads of sorrow.

True hearts gold!—yet no treasure, bright or fair,
flowers wither in time’s cold keep,
no fire can warm the heart in love’s despair.
False poets and true, all do weep.

Sigh on, sad heart, true heart, for love’s eclipse,
She’s up and gone, the graceless girl,
ever sweet, as sorrow’s cup my spirit sips.
her laughter lost for time is cruel.

Ode for hearts true, a retrospective view,
a moral to the noble,
tradition recalls lost joys, old and new.
Learn that love, though frail, is global.

In anticipation of days still bright,
ever sweet love once called divine.
yet shadowed now, lost love, by death’s dark blight.
Fair faithless, faithless! Poets pine—

A hymn to the sun is a plea to stay,
I love thee, I remember, yet…
It’s in death, night must steal the light away.
The past—dust in a graves urn set.

Dew on the flower is a balm for pain,
Stars weep for this voyager,
No chance for mine love lost to bloom again.
even distant lands steal my cheer.

And spring, once ever sweet, is frozen still,
slight hope remains in memory.
As frost bites the flower up on the hill,
frozen waters flow in depths—free.