Il fiume d'amore, by Frank L. Ludwig

Il fiume d'amore

Who tasted nectar shuns the wine;
I thought I was in love before,
but since I felt your lips on mine
I do not think so anymore.
There's one for each amongst mankind
whom only lucky ones can find.   What came before was not like this;
some warm and gentle summer rains,
some pools to bathe in shallow bliss,
some runnels in the nymphs' domains.
They have refreshed my vision's hue
but failed to move me as you do.   Yet since we met that fateful night,
Love's torrents have surrounded me;
without a boat or plank in sight
its currents pull me out to sea.
Not even in my wildest dreams
did I create such furious streams!

poems.one - Frank L. Ludwig

Frank L. Ludwig