Friday, 20 March 2015

The Anguish of Love


Oh! Fierce is this flame that seizes my breath,
My body, my soul, my life, my death;
It burns in its fury, it kindles desire,
It consumes, but alas! It will not expire.

How wretched my life! No rest I know,
My heart is indifferent to joy or to woe;
For this flame in its passion kills, burns and destroys,
My grief and my pleasures, my sorrows and joys.

In the midst of such perils, all methods I try,
To escape from my fate - I weep, laugh, and cry;
I would hope, I would wish for some respite from grief,
But have not the courage to ask for relief.

If I conquer this foe, or if defeated I be,
Is alike in the midst of my torments to me;
I would please, and displease, but between me and you,
I know not, nor care what I say or do.

I cannot be still; I cannot be quiet,
I cannot sleep nor care what is my diet;
The flame in my spirit; this burdensome grief,
Is desperate to take me beyond my belief.

I drink it; I eat it; I dream it too.
I’m driven insane for my love for you.
I cry to the heavens - How can this be!?
That I be smitten with insanity?

Will I be delivered or remain possessed?
Tortured, enslaved, at this rogue flame’s behest
Where has life gone in its simplicity?
Oh please my darling, come rescue me.

MDC
9-10/2/93

Happy anniversary Suzanne!

Inspiration from the writings of Alfonso de Cartagena

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