[My lady's presence makes the roses red]
My lady's presence makes the roses red,Because to see her lips they blush for shame.The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became,And her white hands in them this envy bred.The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread,Because the sun's and her power is the same.The violet of purple colour came.Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take;From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;The living heat which her eyebeams doth makeWarmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed.The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.
Henry Constable
My lady's presence makes the roses red,Because to see her lips they blush for shame.The lily's leaves, for envy, pale became,And her white hands in them this envy bred.The marigold the leaves abroad doth spread,Because the sun's and her power is the same.The violet of purple colour came.Dyed in the blood she made my heart to shed.In brief: all flowers from her their virtue take;From her sweet breath their sweet smells do proceed;The living heat which her eyebeams doth makeWarmeth the ground and quickeneth the seed.The rain, wherewith she watereth the flowers,Falls from mine eyes, which she dissolves in showers.
Henry Constable
Frederick,
You wrote me this poem after we strolled the beach. We proudly braved the massive storms and vowed to be together, rain or shine. We talked and talked and whispered about happiness. Your shoulders were my pillows. My doubts are quickly washed by your words. We counted the stars and envied the moon. Everyday is a sparkle of twilights. We beamed on each other’s heart. Clouds of sorrow depart.
You wrote me this poem after we strolled the beach. We proudly braved the massive storms and vowed to be together, rain or shine. We talked and talked and whispered about happiness. Your shoulders were my pillows. My doubts are quickly washed by your words. We counted the stars and envied the moon. Everyday is a sparkle of twilights. We beamed on each other’s heart. Clouds of sorrow depart.
I risked my life to climb the prohibited palace to pick the rapunzels for your darling wife. You asked for her hand to please your parents. Still, we showered our love secretly at night, with rapunzels witnessing. I religiously waited for the time to come, when you would take me in your heart. We dreamed for the time to come, day and night, we crossed our fingers, we sealed our love with a pure kiss, not even a slight drizzle would dampened our feelings. We kept it as blue as the smiling sky, as sizzling as the scorching sun.
The day your baby was born, you left me. You said Rapunzel’s smile was everything to you. You left me Frederick. You left me. Rapunzel took my place in your heart. You betrayed our love. I crippled for ages. I wept and wept but there are no shoulders to cry on. For eons I live with the thought to love and to be loved by only you.
I need not apologize for the way I treated Rapunzel. It is the curse from her that I am forced to prison that girl. No words could describe my sufferings after you deceived me. I will, now and forever keep her as my possession. I struggled with pains. My days are filled with pains and sorrow.
You, Frederick, you should pay for all my tears and weeps. You darkened my life, only Rapunzel’s long fine locks will keep my life brightened. Every time I brush her long hair, it reminds me of your touch, how secured I was when I stared at her hair, as promising as the stars, as shining as the holy moon.
Take me Frederick, this holy love is still burning for you. Love me, marry me, don’t leave me here with your Rapunzel. Heal my pain. You are my remedy. The love of my life. My Valentine. Free me from this agony and I’ll free your Rapunzel.
References:
http://www.theromantic.com/poetryclassic/lovestrinity.htm
http://www.poetry.com/greatestpoems/listlove.asp
http://www.pitt.edu/~dash/grimm012.html
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