It is that you have fled from me
It is that you have fled from me that makes me seek
With barefoot stalking your ghost image in my chamber
Where once I have seen you gentle, tame, naked and meek
That now you are free and wild and do not remember
That since you have left me you put yourself in great danger
You the one that took bread at my hand, now you range
Busily seeking other love with continual change
True I shall thank my fortune for crossing with your life; otherwise
What joy or happiness could have been so special
In thin array after a pleasant guise
When your loose gown from your shoulders fell
Exposing the silhouette of lovely breast too intoxicating to tell
And then you caught me in your ivory arms long and small
There withal sweetly as ever sweet you did my lips kiss
And softly and lowly whispered “Dear heart how you like this? ”
Was I delirious? No it was not a dream I lay broad waking
But now all is turned through my gentleness
Into a strange fashion of forgivable forsaking
And reality is forcing me to let go of your goodness
And you roam else to use newfangledness
But since I, so kindly of you, have been generously served
Forsaken at pebbled shores your sailing ship observed
I fain would know if life has bestowed you what you deserved
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poem by Isaac Ziv
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