A Love Poem

She playfully spreads a beauty that shines from inside.
It pours out from the depths of her colorful soul.
And in her touch there always comes a magic.
Springing to life those blessed objects she might grace.


In her voice the sweet siren's music that is played.
Her speak is symphony, her laughter a chapel choir.
And her deep green eyes that hold me perfectly still.
Containing stories of an unbound passion for life and love.


Her courageous heart's such a familiar sanctuary.
Eternally beating for those who earn her love and trust.
And her genius which never fails to impress another.
Always thinking above those higher realms of existence.


A body whose shape only God's artistic hands could sculpt.
Who but he could mould such wondrous curves and symmetry?
And her skin's but a blanket of silk, which holds her form true.
Flowing from head to toe, encompassing those delicious curves.


She provides to me a joyous dream and lightens my reality.
For the worlds a hard place without having someone like her.
And she'll always be my goddess and to whom my worship is worth.
I love her like the heavens above and more than life on this earth.

That's a great Love Poem you shared.

I like the poem...it's always nice when we become inspired by the love of our life...so..thought I would share one of my own. I wrote this one about 4 months after meeting my sweetie...





Meltdown

Mirrored in your eyes
The blazing beauty of the sun appears~~

Ignoring Daedalus’ warning
I take flight on quivering
Wings, bringing Calymne
Into view, it’s sweetness mild
Compared to the sapidity of your
Lips, nectar of the gods,
Golden droplets savored on my tongue.

Into obscurity my heart soars
And melts on drooping wings.
I am caught in the earth’s grasp,
Her silky fingers pulling me
Down, and I drown in the
Depth of the sea.

I loved reading those poems. Thank you for sharing. :)

Wonderful wonderful.... very moving... Thanks! :)

You romantic guys...thanks for the poems, Escombs and Guinavere...
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Thank you for the compliments. I wrote it back in fall of 2001 when I was inspired to do so. Ive never really given it a name though. Im glad you all like it.

From the musical "The Bohemian Girl" written by M.W. Balfe

From ACT III. Thaddeus is singing this to Arline

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For her gait if she be walking,
be she sitting I desire her
for her state's sake, and admire her
for her wit if she be talking;
gait and state and wit approve her;
for which all and each I love her.

Be she sullen, I commend her
for a modest; be she merry,
for a kind one her prefer I.
Briefly, everything doth lend her
so much grace and so approve her
that for everything I love her.


William Browne

escombs....how sweet.it was VERY nice.you should post more of your poetry.:)

Where true love burns, desire is love's pure flame.
It is the reflex of our earthly frame.
That takes it's meaning from the nobler part,
and but translates the language of the heart.

Beautiful stuff escombs. Would love to read more. The way to a woman's heart.............
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I try not to care that you are gone
only that you decided me unworthy
of a forwarding address,
a way back to you.

Our childhood addresses,
backyard tree roots,
scribbled maps leading me
through tangled undergrowth
to where you waited after school.

Hurried messages left with trusted friends,
passwords to corners in abandoned barns,
ash coloured boards still standing
because kisses were stronger than nails.
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Gillian

Talented, Es....I'm jealous of the woman you write those poems for~ More , more , more~!!!
We'll be waiting......
Angel