Open Poetry #21 |
Thief of Hearts |
Keith Morgan Member
since 2001-10-29
Posts 114Md |
Thief of Hearts They say she dropped from the heavens, Born of the constellations. Nighttime is her comfort, A creeping shadow in the moonlight, Flickering in the stillness, An ancient picture of black and white. Invisible to the eyes of prey, Her beauty deceives the mind, As her lovemaking soothes the soul; A lucid dream to the unfortunate, She takes between thoughts, The “Thief of Hearts”. Marcel Write from the soul and the words will flow |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
You've stolen mine... well done, Sir... |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Very beautiful Cold hands means a warm heart |
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janmew Member
since 2001-10-27
Posts 134Canada |
beautifully written Keith. Jan |
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