My love is like the proxigean spring tide
I keep the pale rose and I feel my sorrow,
My love is like the proxigean spring tide.
I have no hope and no dream for tomorrow.
All I know is that The Lord is by my side.
As certain things are to be loved in secret,
I love thee to the depth and breadth and I know
To keep the silence and to feel no regret.
My love is much the same as an Arctic Glow.
And when my soul is vibrating with this thrill,
I need my lost precious moments to envy,
But like a strong storm, your angry and my shrill
Make me lose my hope and I begin to cry.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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