Before the Fall - 0102 - For Annie Boudet

Love was for me framed in eternity.
Whispering and wooing, in our sleek youth happy,
where air and water seek dry sand,
there far from others of the band,
fair hearts held high, her hand my hand, together linked were we

The doves of love were cooing in Cupid's comany;
above our heads bright stars did shine,
spread out in soft light milky line,
shed silver on the sacred shrine of her divinity.

Through time the scene reviewing, with no uncertainty,
thread perfect wed, divine design,
rose vision sworn, reflection fine,
whose face sublime fond Earth did sign to grace humanity

We cared not, to undoing, we dared ‘to be' to be,
before rash fires of passion fanned,
before, as ashes, pyres were panned;
ere separation, forced or planned, diverted destiny.

Is love, for thee, still certainty?

(3 October 1975)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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