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Windhover
Member

since 2003-11-17

Posts 179
UK

0 posted 2009-02-27 03:20 PM

I do not need great Artist skills, to paint a picture in my heart
of you;
I only need to dream a while... and then, the vision starts
to form;
a rhapsody of pastel shades... a delicate delight;
a tear-washed, watercolour memory
of sweet love on summer nights.

I do not need the talents of a Sculptor, to recall the form
and texture
of your alabaster skin... so smooth, and white, and warm;
the flawless image that the eyes show to the heart,
for love is blind...
and even when that love is lost...
the memory...
no fault will find.

I do not need the gift of words to author some soliloquy...
some heartfelt, sad confession
of a love... perhaps, not meant to be.
A love that could have been... that should have been;
a bitter-sweet refrain;
all lost, not through neglect... but, just by fate...
like tears in falling rain.

I do not need poetic talent... anguished creativity,
to express the inner secrets of my heart,
for, I can see
the words no longer really rhyme...
perhaps, they never really did;
perhaps... the poetry was You...
and none of it
was in my head.

I do not need the foresight of some Seer, from out the misty past;
no mystic crystal gazing, to reveal which way the die is cast.
You were the sweet spring of my inspiration,
which has now run dry;
the final poem lies unfinished,
smudged with tear-drops
I have cried.

This then, my requiem for all we poets, broken on the wheel
of star-crossed, unrequited love,
who share the heartbreak that we feel
in poems of the heart...
these hopelessly romantic, fragile dreams;
Welcome to the Labyrinth
of Love affairs
that might have been.

SEA

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Member Seraphic

since 2000-01-18

Posts 22676
with you

1 posted 2009-02-27 04:57 PM

"I do not need the foresight of some Seer, from out the misty past;
no mystic crystal gazing, to reveal which way the die is cast.
You were the sweet spring of my inspiration,
which has now run dry;
the final poem lies unfinished,
smudged with tear-drops
I have cried."

awwwwwwwwwwww
very touching write