She is the voice of my own soul,
my secret, sacred sorrow.
She is the day for which I long
to dawn on me tomorrow.
She is the breath that beauty breathes
beside the deep blue ocean.
And like a wistful, wild gazelle
her grace evokes emotion.
She is the silver moonlit beams
that met to merge and mingle
to form a precious pool of pearl
to succour me when single.
She is the sweetest summer breeze,
with kisses true and tender.
Like searing, soaring, scorching sun;
she shines sublime with splendour.
She is the space between the stars
that’s still, serene and silent,
where galaxies do gleam and glow
In void that’s never violent.
She is the statue stepping down
to live in land of shadow,
with body, breath and beauty’s form
from goddess she did borrow.
She is the sound of singing birds
on sunlit summer morning:
the world, with light and loveliness
so beautifully adorning.
She is the sweet serenity
beside the sounding seashore.
For now and for eternity:
the girl I love and live for!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 7th, 2021 03:09
- Comment from author about the poem: for L, my goddess girl
- Category: Love
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Comments5
This is why I wrote my latest poem. I think you'll appreciate it as much as I do yours here. Excellent write Kevin. ; )
is the Artist the lucky one to find such a Muse
or the Muse, who lucked-out to bring out, that Poet in her man
blurred - lines: indeed...
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Yeah, the years of heartache and pain were the stuff of which my future poetic outburst was to be made of. Thanks for your kind comments and feedback. 😉
Beautifully written, love the last two stanzas, of course the picture is beautiful as well !
I am not sure which of you is more blessed... but it's pretty clear you are hooked!
That love will be there forever Kevin.
Andy
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