The Elegy of the Lovers

by HansRik   Oct 24, 2005


I cannot say in words how much I've loved
For words help not t'express the lover's wish.
Canst thou not see the pain of being unloved?
Or more the languid dolence we anguish?

Now I have lost yon opportunity,
The fire of love has burned this heart of mine
Crying, waning, yonder atrocities
Committed for love, for this thought of thine.

But I shall make myself an oak that stands
Upon thy doors and howls thy name fore'er.
And nevermore this pain will understand,
The love I have for thee, my dear girl.

The hills that sing and dream about thy love
Think not that they shall be eroded, yea,
The willows chant their elegy forgone,
And rot in fetid, rancid ideals.

And walkest thou in vainest thoughts and lies,
Laughing at the trees and hills that, for you, died.
Waiting for mine heart to expire its last sighs.

How beautiful thou seem'st outside,
The sun is but a phantom by thy side.

But nay!

Thy soul is cruel and cold, like the darkest night.

(C)Copyright 2005
(Hans Rik- nom de plume)

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  • 18 years ago

    by AshLetitia

    I can't say that your comment on one of my poems made me the happiest girl in the world, but how can I hold such a grudge when your poetry moves me so? Your advice is truely helpful, as much as the child in me want's to argue and express some form of dislike, it is impossible. My mother once wrote as you did, before tragedy discouraged her talent. This originality reminds me of how she once was, and moves me to the brink of tears. I only wish my talent could flourish and someday evolve into my own personal style of expression.
    Have a wonderful day, and thankyou for opening my mind.
    Ash

  • 18 years ago

    by AshLetitia

    I can't say that your comment on one of my poems made me the happiest girl in the world, but how can I hold such a grudge when your poetry moves me so? Your advice is truely helpful, as much as the child in me want's to argue and express some form of dislike, it is impossible. My mother once wrote as you did, before tragedy discouraged her talent. This originality reminds me of how she once was, and moves me to the brink of tears. I only wish my talent could flourish and someday evolve into my own personal style of expression.
    Have a wonderful day, and thankyou for opening my mind.
    Ash

  • 18 years ago

    by shobhana kumar

    Beautifuly done. it is a pleasure to read your poems.

    great writing.

    shobhana

  • 18 years ago

    by Little Dot

    Beautiful work on this poem. I thought it was done with a lot of emotion. I thought you did a great job.

  • 18 years ago

    by Ariana

    You've def. got a unique style of writing here. I found this more traditionally poetic than whats mostly on this site, and even though I don't understand all of it I could still read the emotion in it. This type of poetry is very hard for me to write - I've never been able to finish a whole piece in this style! I don't have any suggestions for this one - nice stuff :)