28 agosto 2007

Love, by Henry Van Dyke

Let me but love my love without disguise,
Nor wear a mask of fashion old or new,
Nor wait to speak till I can hear a clue,
Nor play a part to shine in others' eyes,
Nor bow my knees to what my heart denies;
But what I am, to that let me be true,
And let me worship where my love is due,
And so through love and worship let me rise.

For love is but the heart's immortal thirst
To be completely known and all forgiven,
Even as sinful souls that enter Heaven:
So take me, dear, and understand my worst,
And freely pardon it, because confessed,
And let me find in loving thee, my best.

Henry Van Dyke

Estou a descobrir a poesia do Henry e é absolutamente impressionante...

1 comentário:

ephebus disse...

Though Henry's name sounds familiar, his poetry does not... The feeling has been here though, brewing since the Beginning of all things.

It is wonderful when you feel in Love...
It's even more wonderful when you're Loved back.
But the magic flows truly when you find the fountain of Love in each other, and in yourself...

Thank you for the magic you bring into my life. Thank you for helping me finding myself. Thank you... for you.