My Lenore

The whispers of your soul touch my heart

Steal inside and announce the start

Of the warm bliss tide,

Which by its angelic law

Our shivering souls shall abide  

The bliss tide so alluring be

Impedes our desperate try to flee

Its soft winds in our veins smoothly run

So that farewell we can shun

And if light faded away

My eyes would shining remain

I know, they wouldn’t go

Your dark path they would light

And your lurking foe they would fight

But! The mind thinks it queer

To hear the heart beats when you are near

It only says, ‘impetuous heart! Be still,

For your sorrowful love will never be told

Beat no more, and hope no more,

As your lover is like Poe’s Lenore.’   12.12.2009