Tuesday, February 20, 2007

147 The Lost Love

The deepest love in me is that of land,
All other joys indeed, are second best,
The world of Old is where I wish to stand,
Historic gold and iron as my guests.
My ancestry did live on British shores
Across the sea, the balance they maintained-
The peace they did receive through gloried wars
Gave time for one to see that Earth is stained.
To walk through ancient walls, and ponder deep!
True beauty ever calls where kings have strode-
Though beauty fades, the memories ne’er sleep,
The ended age is music to the soul.
Europa sweet, now naught but memory-
I ask to greet me in eternity!
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written February 20, 2007

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