Do you know who wrote this poem? I kind of like it.?

-The mystery of your perfume

Its gentle tendrils touch my brain

There can remain

No remnant of my former gloom

My candle in the night

You chase the shadows, leaving me in light.



Redeemed, I see your radiant face

My goddess from beyond the veil

And my words fail;

You lift me to a better place.

And yet my heart is numb

My love, because you said you could not come.



I see you in the golden shafts

That warm a lazy afternoon

And know that soon

The somber hues of other crafts

Will be put on display,

And what was flecked with gold will go to gray.



The grave is cold, and youth must bend,

The weight of life too much to bear.

O鈥?hand of care

Dressed in a sleeve no one can mend,

You give to take away.

'Tis cruelty to love what cannot stay.Well, it is what is known as a madrigal, and they have been written in many ages, and they can take several distinct forms. I have written in this form, but it is not mine. Not much help, I'm afraid... Escobar, perhaps you wrote it and are testing the poets. It's a nice poem, if that is the case.Well it's not very good at any rate. Don't search too hard for the "author" -- quotes intentional.