Love, have you heard the call of heart?

It yearned for you like flowers yearn for Sun.

I knew it, I believed beyond the doubt

That near or far away beneath this endless sky

A soul that yearns for me I finally will find.

A soul that countless times did lose its way

Mistakenly with others did it stay,

But then, mistake acknowledged, it would flee

Its wings wide spread, on lengthy quest for me.

Life river’s mighty waters churned the time,

And drowned my youth and chilled my blood

That used to simmer on the fire of love.

The shine of eyes, reflection of the fire

That burned in soul and fed my love’s desire

Extinguished was…

The youth, a passing instant, it was gone

And with it gone were sweet dreams and desires,

And Spring has lost its cute fragrance of love.

And stars have lost their luster up above.

The only thing that lingers in the shadows

Is bitter taste of disappointments past.

Love, before me you appeared

When all my hopes had faded in a fog.

Now, feed the hungry heart,

Don’t let a tiny spark that’s left of huge bonfire

To vanish and become a speck of ash!

Allow the heart to cry out the pain

That’s stuck in it like nasty jagged splinter,

Fire up extinguished passion and allow

Dreams’ glowing ambers to blaze again!

Brush your sweet cheek against my lifeless face:

It knew the sorrow’s pain and desperation’s taste

When Solitude caressed it in your place.

And touch the lips that ceased not waiting,

Let them the gates of paradise to pass

When our hearts will join as one at last.

They almost turned to stone in wait for you.

The long-awaited Love’s kiss is as blissful

As fragrant air in the Garden of Eden.

So, kiss me on the eyes, my love and dry

The tears that flow profusely from my heart.

And whisper in my ear that you missed me,

My image kept and cherished in your heart

And I’ll forget the pain and solitude

That life me so generously offered.

Chase away the sorrow

That made a nest for years in my heart.

Don’t let it the soul before its time expire,

Embrace it, wrap your wings around it

So it may now awake from sickly slumber!

By Liana Margiva