Open Poetry #11 |
My Bonnie Rose |
John R Member
since 2000-12-14
Posts 141Toledo OH |
My Bonnie Rose Love, the thirst that from my parched soul gives rise; kiss but this, the dust, from my drying lips; take from my breath to your bosom's eclipse, this impassioned touch, so to quench my sighs. Though these dying eyes have assumed new fire; come sighs of rapture, give blush to my shame, when cooling embers reignite in flame, the awakened spark of my heart's desire. Draw away your thorns my dear Bonnie Rose, for with my love, I pledge my naked soul; bared unto you, whom my love I bestow, laid upon the bed on which you repose. If a dream touches us, it exists to us as anything else that touches us. |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Welcome to Passions John!! Wonderful art you have created with your poetically chosen words of pleading and yearning....just great!! |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
*sigh* Oh John this is magnificent. How very romantic you write. You leave the heart yearning for the beauty of your words. Much love to you from me. http://www.geocities.com/karenltorbiak/index.html |
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Victoria
since 2000-08-12
Posts 5869 |
Enjoyed very much..looking forward to reading more of your poems.. ~Victoria~ A poem is never finished, only abandoned. - Paul Valery (1871-1945) |
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