I'd hope to meet you in another life
If this life's breath be not enough for sweetness of affection, taste
In death, not found, then resurrected for the seeking
I'd wish, impression, be made, everlasting
If not in life, love findeth, from death returneth, for the searching
Impossible, unsurpassable, unquenchable yearnings
My eyes, with tears, fill... I'm waiting, longing, hurting.
T'is unreachable, that which constantly I grasp for.
The sun, the moon, the stars... all things surpassed, by divine beauty's radiance.
I have a crappy memory and I'm pretty sure I wrote the above poem, but it's the one love poem I wrote that I question. I only vaguly remember writing something similarly formatted.
One clue that I wrote it was that I had to edit it a bit to improve the quality - some of the lines of the poem seemed a little clumsy to me.
I have already published this poem for free, and can't think of a way to authenticate it for a fact, but I don't want to discredit my every love poem. Has anyone read this poem before?
If this life's breath be not enough for sweetness of affection, taste
In death, not found, then resurrected for the seeking
I'd wish, impression, be made, everlasting
If not in life, love findeth, from death returneth, for the searching
Impossible, unsurpassable, unquenchable yearnings
My eyes, with tears, fill... I'm waiting, longing, hurting.
T'is unreachable, that which constantly I grasp for.
The sun, the moon, the stars... all things surpassed, by divine beauty's radiance.
I have a crappy memory and I'm pretty sure I wrote the above poem, but it's the one love poem I wrote that I question. I only vaguly remember writing something similarly formatted.
One clue that I wrote it was that I had to edit it a bit to improve the quality - some of the lines of the poem seemed a little clumsy to me.
I have already published this poem for free, and can't think of a way to authenticate it for a fact, but I don't want to discredit my every love poem. Has anyone read this poem before?
