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Senses Fail Me
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nevermore93 Member
since 2007-10-24
Posts 73 |
Senses fail me while I await for your arrival I keep listening for the sound of your voice Its brilliant eloquence and comforting aura Yet, all I hear is the wind mocking my plight Senses fail me while I await for your arrival I look for you in the shadows of the moonlit night Its mystery haunts me, as does my memory of you Yet, all I see is the flicker of a candle dwindling Senses fail me while I await for your arrival I touch the picture of you from our time together The warmth of its touch, is as if I'm holding you Yet, all I feel is the cold of the winter night Senses fail me while I await for your arrival I detect the fragrance of lilacs in the air Its aroma fills me with thoughts about your beauty Yet, all I smell is the burning ash of the fire Senses fail me while I await for your arrival I can taste the joy radiating all over the place It reminds me of all the wondeful things we've done Yet, all I can taste is the bitterness of my tongue Now I admit that since I have lost touch with you I can't continue on. I have lost myself forever And now since my only request is to see you again Senses fail me while I await for your arrival [This message has been edited by nevermore93 (11-04-2007 11:30 PM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Elias, this is truly beautiful, it's difficult to associate such longing with your youth, but with a name like this you really must be an "old soul" ... don't worry, just expressing my thoughts. I especially loved: Senses fail me while I await for your arrival I detect the fragrance of lilacs in the air The fragrance of lilacs makes ME lose my senses!! Very lovely work. Love, Margherita  |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
A hurting heart, yet so sweetly ~ and poetically ~ expressed. I could sense the longing ~ and the inner turmoil. Well done, Poet!   EA |
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