She stands serene by streams that flow;
she sparkles like the frost and snow.
On silver, shining, starlit night
she sheds her own strange, eerie light.
She whispers through the trembling trees
and breathes on me a balmy breeze.
She starts to sing the sweetest song
of love, I lost, for which I long.
The love of one who was my life,
the girl who would have been my wife,
who woke with sweet Aurora’s dawn
and danced upon the dew-kissed lawn
to fan the flames of first love's fire
forbidden love: that dark desire!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 10th, 2020 04:25
- Comment from author about the poem: for my dark desire, Lorraine.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Something there is in your flow that held me captive; dark, yet with an atmosphere of bright mischief—like a flame burning, dancing, in a dim-lit room. Excellent write!!
Thank you for your detailed feedback. I truly appreciate it!
Wonderful romantic write Kevin.
Andy
Many thanks Andy.
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