Open Poetry #13 |
Finding Home |
Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Finding Home you were but an apparition a desire that encompassed and pressed upon my heart a song a dream of magnificent portent until until I touched your face and felt the warm traced your lips and felt your keen upon my breast you had no way no thought to materialize but you stepped from my vision of whim into my real of the morn and in our kiss, our meet our sweet collide my soul found home |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
This is so in tune with my thoughts today, wow, what can I say but I think it's absolutely amazing verse! Kathleen Blake |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Thank you very much, Kathleen. |
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Lady Ollyne Member
since 2001-01-08
Posts 337East Coast |
a desire pressed upon thy heart Words that sing beautifully this morn Lady Ollyne "O, learn to read what silent love hath writ: |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Thank you so much, Lady Ollyne, for taking a moment to read this. |
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