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IsabelleSkye
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since 1999-06-27

Posts 253

0 posted 1999-06-29 09:39 PM

I am reposting this for a dear friend......
~~~~~~~A Scotsman's Heart~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gentle prince on foreign shore, stands steady like a soldier
As he waits for loves true kiss
His eyes have seen many a wonder as he traveled his homeland
Hill, dale, meadow and glen
Have all felt his longing gaze
Yet alone he walks through silent land
Destined it seems this way to live
As bagpipes play a mournful note
That echos through his soul
Haunting refrain soothes his heart
As it radiates through the mist

Alone he stands in empty square
With people bustling by their voices raised in cheer
His eyes see not the crowd
For his heart is but a lonely desert
His soul a gaping wound

He stands in hesitation, as something captures his gaze
His clear blue glance focuses across the cobbled square
As coppery sparkle fills his view
Sunlight dancing on auburn hair
Her laughter fills the air
Turning as she feels his stare
Her heart skips a beat, as he meets her eye
Oblivious to time or space, his step fast and sure
He pushes past the noisy crowd
Eyes never leaving hers
His eyes blue as a crisp autumn day
Hers so warm and brown
As she absorbs his gentle smile
Seeing a depth neither has ever felt, expressed there in their gaze

He stops
Almost in awe
As she smiles in nervous delight
He knows this is the One
Afraid to touch her or speak a word
Afraid she'll fade away
So fearful that she's just a dream
That he'll miss his one chance

The moment stretches as they both stare
Of the world both so unaware
This Scotsman's heart has found a home
After many long years alone

Speaking not a word
(her breath caught in pause)
As gently, slowly he lifts a hand
Towards her lovely face
Hesitant fingers tangle in shimmering hair
As he revels in her feel
His time wise eyes, so blue and sad
Never wavering from hers
A gentle smile crosses lonely lips
As he folds her in loving grasp
She smiles
Knowing too, that this is what she was waiting for

Poet deVine

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since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

1 posted 1999-06-29 09:46 PM

Beautiful! Love is so rare that when we find it, we should grab onto it with both hands and not let go. Swim the ocean if you must to have it! Fly to the moon, it you must to have it! Do not give up on it! Once it's gone, it's gone.....

Balladeer

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since 1999-06-05

Posts 25505
Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA

2 posted 1999-06-29 10:18 PM

Such a wonderful flavor to this work! I almost put on my kilt to read it again! A beautiful, expressive tale. Thank you.

Nimrod the Hunter
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since 1999-06-10

Posts 60

3 posted 1999-06-29 10:48 PM

Wondrous poem, now if I could meet some people in Scotland maybe they'll like me in that way?

My dad went to school in Scotland when he was a young boy. I love the tale you have passed on here.

Nan

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since 1999-05-20

Posts 21191
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA

4 posted 1999-06-29 11:16 PM

Is this close, Izzy?
I know he's a gorgeous hunk of man....

Andrew Scott
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since 1999-06-24

Posts 2558
Redlands,CA,USA

5 posted 1999-06-29 11:46 PM

Although I've never stood among those rolling greens, I've looked through those same eyes to find my one true love. Thanks for the memory jog. This was very well done.

Andrew

Colin
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since 1999-06-05

Posts 596
Callington, Cornwall, England

6 posted 1999-06-30 04:48 AM

This poem reminds me of a time I held someone in an airport baggage reclaim area, gently stroked her hair back from her face and kissed her passionately, then looked in her eyes and said "I love you."

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