Embers of The Affair, Part Five

Love and the Maiden (1877) by John Roddam Spencer Stanhope
John Roddam Spencer Stanhope, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

A la recherche du temps perdu (Proust)

Moving On

If only I might wander through
the coming days and be with you,
If I could be there at your side
If I could calm the beating heart,
If I could be for you my dear,
A talisman to help you steer
A course that takes you from the past
To times to be, to rest at last.

If only I could be a friend
with you to mark this start, this end:
these stages of a life that ebbs,
these phases of a life that flows.
If only you can note how well
you have been loved, as you are now:
then you will take whatever will
within your heart remind you still
of joys you had, of joys to be
If love can help, please call on me.

I don’t know how to banish all your fears
and I never mean to cause you any tears
we have loved. as we do now,
it gets better, don’t know how
could I love you any more?
perhaps, but I’m not sure
You are Mine and I am
Yours, Jeannie dear.

All the years that we have had
such happiness, be glad
we have surely reached the peak,
heaven, hear the angels speak
we have had so much so long
and I can’t say it is wrong
You are Mine and I am
Yours, oh Jeannie dear.

To try and have it all,
seems that fate has the last call
if I cooch you in my arms
will I dispel all alarms
when I hold you close and sigh,
will it still the urge to cry?
for I am Yours,
You’ll still be Mine, My Jeannie dear.
Well darling one. It’s me again
the muse comes through, through all the pain.
We had it all, we had the lot,
a price to pay but we forgot.

It’s easy when the blood runs high,
to take it all, not even try
to look ahead and why should we
when life is sweet and you’re with me.

Our times together soon explained
just why we met, it was ordained.
I loved you then, I love you now,
if I get by I won’t know how.

She’s not there

Again, last night, I had that sense
The sense that you were near
Some long remembered thoughts of you
Came drifting through, so clear

Your touch, your smell, those little things
Lost lovers once did share
First glimpse of you by dawn’s dim light
At the start of our affair

Slender then and wholly mine
You shared with me your heart
You were my love, you were my World
But we were torn apart.

What could I do I had no way
To banish all our fears
I lost you then, I miss you now
My life is full of tears.

 

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