Love poems never suited my face
My mouth was not made for a gentle embrace
So why is my mind restless and yearning
For a love that I’m simply too old to be learning
Where is the dark that plays on my mind?
My sinister treasures with no map to find?
Instead I am left with this strange little ache
It whispers, ‘please won’t you massage me awake’
But love poems never suited my prose
Unless there’s a tragedy from which they arose
So why am I tired of Shakespearean endings
As my mind is emptied of what once was descending?
Where is the grey that lit up my night?
The feeling of choking I never wanted to fight?
Why have you lit candles at the foot of my bed?
Are you mourning my passing? Am I finally dead?
I want to write love poems and mean every word
And whisper what I once thought could never be heard
I wonder if you will watch me by day and by night
As love steals my poetry and I surrender the fight
And you whisper that love poems light up my eyes
And you remove all the darkness that was once my disguise
And you take me and wake me and end all my dread
And tell me, ‘that’s why I lit candles at the foot of your bed’
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Oh this is so beautifully rhymed and so appealing in texture and eloquence - never say you are not suited to poems of love my friend. A delightful read.
Oh thank you dear Fay. I do find sifter poems never flow from me as easily though 😌
These words seem to tell an almost complete story... the bit that is missing, at least in my mind.. is the satisfactory conclusion to the take... having said that, or rather felt that.. it would be very easy to accept the ending as poetically stated.... I just reckon your poem begs the reader to arrive at their own conclusion... and that my friend is one of the hallmarks of a good poet.....
Neville
Well I never ever thought I’d be one of those so thank you 😊
Well you are in my book... so there and I aint gonna argue...
Okay well I guess I won’t either 🤐
Wow...
Thanks for reading my ramblings 😊
I am humbled by your wow 💜
It was a beautiful read and I could not sleep, the most amazing thing happened the next morning. I read the opposite on my first pick of the day, they go perfectly together 😉
Which went perfectly?
Now that sounds like a first to me!
I know I spent ages looking for it 🙁 I can't even find my comment.
One of the last lines was about one candle that sat at the end of his bed.
It was like I was in a movie listening to perfect synchronisation, ooo what I am 😉
Have a great day
Ahh now I understand. Would be a good one to find!
The energy flows perfectly through you!
It is positively one of the loveliest poem for love
Aww thank you 😌
I love this and I sense a note of positive energy, here. Maybe this is based upon a muse or the idea of being happy no matter what the risk. Maybe?
Definitely maybe? Yes let’s say it’s a feeling I’m not used to writing about. About believing in love.
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