Elizabeth, Pretty heavy stuff by the start of a puff. The wind did gain until a hurricane. And now you've swept him off his feet. A full fledge storm of descriptive sweet. You are a wonder and a very talented poetess. And I humbly bow to your prowess. Love Sy You poem is exquisite in case you didn't get the message.
[This message has been edited by Seymour Tabin (edited 01-12-2000).]
Member Rara Avis
Hey Liz could you give me a website address to something that talks about meters because I don't know about that stuff. I just write my stuff and call it a day. I'll be very graeful of it though. Beautiful poem, though!
I think you've outdone yourself on this one, Elizabeth. Wonderfully romantic, soft and tender in its loving ways. I love the repetition of the phrase "the wonder of you". It drives home the overwhelming feeling you have for the subject, the magic of these stolen moments, the purity of your motive. Pefect!
It matters not how strait the gate; How charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. --W.E. Henley