Though the dream of love may tire,
In the ages long agone
There were ruby hearts of fire-
Ah, the daughters of the dawn!
Though the dream of love may tire,
In the ages long agone
There were ruby hearts of fire-
Ah, the daughters of the dawn!
We liken love to this and that; our thought
The echo of a deeper being seems:
We kiss, because God once for beauty sought
Within a world of dreams.
When our glowing dreams were dead,
Ruined our heroic piles,
Something in your dark eyes said:
Think no more of love or smiles.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories