Once celebrated here the feast of our Love,
within its walls, we stood together,
I placed you there,
a sacred place in the quiet.
You were the melody,
echoing softly in the organ's breath,
and the sacred silence in the cathedral.
You were the poetry I sang to the Mighty,
often a prayer without words.
You were a beautiful painting,
spoke to me in the cathedral's stillness,
and the fragrance of incense rising
to the God of love.
You were the confessional,
where I whispered my grief,
and you wisperd soothing words.
You were the splendor of flowers,
adorning Mary's gentle statue
In my cathedral, I was never alone,
for together, we adored the Mighty.
May He, once again, fill my soul with life.
Avery descriptive poem combining the asthetic and spiritual beauty. All *
Thank you, dear friend, for having a look at my poem and kindly commenting on it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An exquisitely beautiful poem! True love transcends from material plane to a spiritual plane.It is like a blessings from God and the lover sees his love even in cathedral music or the flowers adorning Mary.A great love poem.
Thank you dear friend taking time to read my poem and kindly commending on it.