An Ode To The Eve!
The sculptor failed to chisle her lips,
And the statue stands ever incomplete.
They
may cross the moon and beat the stars,
But probe they must the mystery of my lady's wink!
Half the cure goes to the credit of the knowledgeable
Doctor's medical research,
And half to her magical touch.
I ask of life but little,
A glass of wine,shade and sunshine,
And her sonorous whisper,
"I am thine".
That was a glorious night of joy and mirth,
That night moon came down to the earth!
That was the day when the time's bond was
broken,
That day she threw the gates of her
heart open!
He is that fire-brand revolutionary who wielded the gun,
Now sits brooding about her in that secret den,with paper and pen.
Her words are like fresh honey from the bee-hive,
They keep milions hopes alive.
It is an unending story through the ages,
It is about he and she.
God condemns for life,
By giving those a broken heart!