It's still there,
By some amazing chance -
That look of adoration
That I feel I don't deserve
Yet warms my soul aflame;
And I still love the way
Your lips form my name...
Could I have been so wrong?
Never dreaming
Your love was this strong,
There's only one certainty
Pervading my mind, like some
Plush velvet blanket
Thrown across my weary form -
The more that I look
The more beautiful you become.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: April 10th, 2020 05:00
- Category: Love
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Comments4
very well expressed... that has just gotta be love..
Neville
Wonderful emotive write, that love will be there forever.
Andy
Ooooh this is perfectly versed with a splash of great tenderness after a period of wondering why - - romance without a doubt appears in each line of your second stanza - well done indeed Seren.
Such a beautifully penned poem
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