Open Poetry #6 |
Oldie but Goody |
Loneheart Member
since 1999-09-13
Posts 92Eastern US |
When sleep steals in Fair maid, hear me true: give me not dreams Of thee or fleeting glimpses of thy beauty through my minds eye Oh maiden of my dreams why doth thou engulf my mind only to Appear as a vision in the solitude of my night My heart is filled to the bursting point of love, devotion and wonderous passion, Your sweet sensuous lips full, red and wet Lovely are they Your aluring eyes they do captivate me a prisoner am I My eyes are open and still I see You lingering before me Your eyes of fire illuminate my heart Drawing me in Leading me in unto your spell My body my heart my soul awaits you wanting you To touch my hand, my heart, my soul. A Love with whom to laugh and dance To share my dreams Our passion will rise forever, Never to be Stilled. There are secrets in my heart and longings hidden deep inside I shall share with thee For my breath is drawn and my Heart beats For you Our hearts beat as One for our love will always be Thy beauty is silken and soft wrapping my soul engulfing my heart In a way that no other has before thee... Written By Loneheart http://i.am/Loneheart |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This is so beautiful! Denise |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
Thy Knight loneheart, No longer are thou, a dream, Am I not real? See thee, I am here, thy dreams appear before thee, For thy eyes to see, these words, are they not souls speaking to one another? Hath not the space of lifetimes, and distances so vast embarked upon thy heart, To find thee, amidst 10,000 souls and more, Art thou touched, Has not the minds eyes beheld a touching of thy soul as never before?Has not this fair maidens poetry intrigued thy mind, thy soul? For I must say, Thy heart has been touched, thy thirst quinched, with thy sweet words of poetry. So for thee I wait, to hear thy heart speak again...Though thy words of another poem, until then I shall wait, but wait anxiously, for the sun to shine again, into thy windows of thy soul.... "Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O,no! it is an ever-fixed mark....William Shakespeare |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
LoneHeart~ *SWOONING HERE* 'Our hearts beat as One for our love will always be Thy beauty is silken and soft wrapping my soul engulfing my heart In a way that no other has before thee...' Such lovely words set to verse. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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