A bud hath flowered, within? a blue eye
Within an embrace unto her I smile.
A breath to the ear, the time for a tea
With a soft melody while poetry reads.
So soft is her voice- shivering me
Whispering warmth passionately.
Her mystical lips caress the words
And bring them to life as I've never heard.
The book upon shelf, syllables softly
Dance within brilliance of philosophies.
Never could a mind so capture a heart
A sharing of souls thus never to part.
So caustic the breeze which enters a home
To take one away, to leave one alone.
But with a late eve a blossom hath sailed
A glance in the night, a vision beheld.
They're a lovely pink as the carnation
And lusciously full, a soft temptation.
Sending a whisper that graces the air
Gentle the dove a passion to share...
Darkness, and she, she has fallen asleep.
Her dark hair carelessly upon my chest.
Her slow breathing- soft, sweet, and innocent.
Who am I to bring harm unto a heart?
Oh my sleepy one, rest, rest your heavy eyes as I contemplate these the feelings I so avert. Your warmth lies kindly upon, thus sending shivers within, but my slightly heavy breathing is not what disturbs me so. No, one must delve deeper to find this which trembles the fibers of my fidelity.
Few a night we now have been, together, lying in darkness and moving to the sultry rhythm of our hearts. But now there is silence, a sweet sigh, sleeping innocence. A tenuous song whispers of the arriving dawn, and with, evident truths weigh the heavy on my thoughts. It is but the hours to your awakening, but my silent tears reveal that I wish you not to leave. With the gentle moments of your sleep, we've been freed from our painted words, from our evening guise, and now I hopelessly gaze at your still frame lying in esteemed innocence, emanating the natural splendor of the beauty you possess. But oh how I weep! For with the ending of your sleep you'll heed my false words of apathy, and with a kiss, you'll depart unaware of my feelings for you. Still, I must remain silent! For a false love will fade as a passing flutter of lash or a sudden scent of breeze. No, too many times cupid's dart has fallen harmlessly to the foot of impenetrable solitude, away I watch them flee with teary eye or hardened heart. Oh my sleeping angel, I will not sadden your eyes and taint your loving heart with ill capriciousness or confused dreams of love. But what of these warm passions you send shivering? These confused feelings of love met with morning memories of past betrayal? These silent lips shall refrain from utterance. We lie together, but I've nothing to give except for a fragile heart in need of tenderness. Your eyes, fluttering truth, with the birds bring about the morn. Thus I shall close my heart as you blossom to another day, and my love, silent, shall remain.
Gently falling the refreshing rain
Oh please, cleanse my mind, take me away.
So off, I'm off, I'm ready to flee
From love unrequited and melancholy.
But now I'm inside gazing out a window
In a lonely place where the lonely go
Though a wonderful place for the people in love
Or the audacious ones with an ignorance to shove
Into the ears of the undaunted fools
Who sit there laughing upon their stools
Out amid in an evening guise
Where never a movement misses an eye.
But I turn my head the silent away
From all the pretentious games we play.
A humble etching on a little stone
'In memory of those who are dying alone'
But when the light has dimmed from my days
I see no need for a gathering place
For the memory a far, far better urn
Then musing the place of slithering worms.
Yes, this a stone cast into the sea
Along with all of our hopes and dreams.
Thus I feel the cold of death's empty store.
The humble stone rests upon the sea floor
Away from the waves of anxiety
Crashing the shores relentlessly
With dreams of love, anticipating
Oh the hours of waiting, waiting
And the moments pass stagnant and slow
Like drops of blood dripping below
To form a dead pool with a silent sound
Waiting the victim to fall to the ground.
And slowly they weave, drops on the window
The rain still falls I'm still sitting alone.
I've turned away the weather seems colder
Now a warmer hand is grasping my shoulder.
Here I stand with a foot in the sea
My head turned to one beckoning me
But should I turn as I have turned before
To stay with my stone upon the sea floor?
The rain warms the winter evening...
A kiss of lips and gaze of innocent eyes so sure
They look back soft as the flight of bird.
A whisper, a smile, a silent wish it never to end.
In the passion of night, the vision dims.
Oh, should I feel the guilt- admiring your flesh so?
But I'm also of flesh though.
Entangled together we're more I deem:
The furthest dream, the truest notion
The sweetest laughter, a deep emotion
Undying passion, steadfast sincerity
The greatest of love, breathtaking ecstasy.
How can I explain the strength of love
To one who has seen so little of ?
And the flower, gave as a symbol
Withering away by the window
It's whispering, 'all fair must decline
slowly to fade in moments of time.'
Though as life this beauty will perish
The love it represents I cherish.
To strive to seek the essence of love
And where it derives its power from.
I confess, I'm drawn to nature's fair
The sweetest blossom gracing the air
And when I'm enveloped in her grace
The wandering bee from place to place
No longer has need to journey on
for the precious it now rests upon.
Ah, this is a natural splendor
The flowing source of love's endeavors
Misting comfort on a weary mind
Streaming warmth where there is none to find.
Oh how empty the pretentious hand
Nor has vanity a mien to lend...
And the flower, gave as a symbol
Wilted, forgotten, by the window.
But how to explain the strength of love?
It is I who knows so little of ...
A flower for a smile and a kiss for a heart to care.
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