Open Poetry #39 |
Lips of Grandure |
themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Oh god, what anguish such all men doth make. To seek the touch of tender hearts; A one who seems the truest symbol To loves delight that love retrieves. For one as such holds highest beauty. Seeing not a gorgeous shell, The vision seems to go far deeper. Yet once the blinded eyes can see It’s true and clear as brightest day Their hands do hold no heart of mine; A pain that shall not go with casting. Must a love so made of fire Be so far-gone with pain and trouble. I seek the sounds of newer seeking, Where love is true and mutual felt: Showing love where love is shown, A breath to word my words affection, But already blown from lips of grandeur. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
this is simply beautiful! Be well Roniece |
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