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Starlight
I hear your voice it rings with love,
warming my soul and mending my heart.
Keeping me comforted while my eyes look high,
embracing the midnight stars as they flicker and dart.
Flashing across that infinite sky,
linking us with love in the heavens, we are never apart.
Our Souls so closely linked that each star is a jewel.
Cemented in the fabric on the words we start
To make each day a memory anew,
Engraved with timeless love.
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Free verse
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Comments
Esker
Mon, 2016-09-19 12:11
Hunting Cupid...
with my starlight night scope
gotta be sparing...batteries go fast..
No lithium then like now...
I was just watching a young couple
at the food bank this morning...
very pretty girl...He very handsome
both decently dressed and operating
as a team...
I remember the Love daze...
my character as it is gets consumed
with each rush into this..
And Yes I identify with all the aspects
of the write...Engraved...Engrained..
when it goes bad...They are scars
etched....and a lot of time its nice just
too dream about the romantic idealism
of what Love may be..compared to the
actual...Getting and having...Prices are
always to be paid...sometimes dearly!
transfixed in love...lol...I look back now
and see it as Enslaved.....sea sirens
drawing me from my ship....
they are charming....and they are beautiful
its like a narcotic Love...Love sickness is
real...insomnia...rapid heart beat...
often tradgic results from egos and madness
gone awry...but Poetry..
Oh the poetry that comes from the
wealth of this...
Great poem..to the ode of Love!
thank U!
Vivovon
Mon, 2016-09-19 20:17
comforting
Very comforting to read. It makes me feel good. Thank you.
xxxxx