March 21, 2016 by phicks2012
I didn’t manage to get a love poem posted on Valentine’s Day, so here’s one, written long ago and supposedly lost to a computer crash, that might suffice. It turned up in printed form when I was going through some old SCA newsletters the other day seeking historical information for a friend — which is how I’ve managed to recover a few of those “lost odes” over time. It’s possible that I’ll find more as time passes, and if I do I’ll share those too, but this one was actually written for publication, and that’s what saved it.
I hope you find some value in it.
Sonnet No.8: They Ask of Me
They ask of me what led my questing heart
To spend its love on thee, and why mine eyes
Look into thine and see the other part
Of mine own soul in but another guise.
They ask why, to mine ear, thy voice most sweet
Doeth own a music ne’er possessed on earth,
And why when e’er our yearning flesh doeth meet
I sing a paean unto love’s rebirth.
They do not see the tenderness that flows
Between our hearts upon a meeting gaze,
Or feel the bond of unity that grows,
Or hear the soft command that love obeys,
And unto them no answer shall appear.
Love sings no songs that empty hearts can hear.
[14 July, 1992]