Open Poetry #32 |
Romantic Freedom. |
Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Cry not no more, oh heart of life, dry tears, find strength and mirth. Though now i may never call thee wife, never happier was i , not even with Jesus birth. For sweet love swelled within me then, and fragrant scent of jasmine clear, pervaded through the air when, my love shone Gold for you my dear. And how wild birds in my heart did sing, songs of beauty blessed, strident and sonorous, realeasing free my true warm heart and bring, to you forever my love, my pure white rose so gorgeous. So now go free, find thy loving knight, while i grieve beside the black streams, romannce under stars and moonlight, and sometimes meet me again in dreams. [This message has been edited by Goldenrose (05-29-2004 06:53 AM).] |
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GlisteningRain Member
since 2004-05-06
Posts 103The clouds |
Not even with Jesus birth? That's deep. I wouldn't go as far as to say that. Must be some kinda love....I guess |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
this was beautiful |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
awesome last lines there! |
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