In moments of limerence my heart does long for the haven of love where potions are strong.
A land of passion and rosy dreams,
purple roses and milky streams.
Where lovers are welcomed with open arms,
and the trees of passion glitter with charm.
In their blueish shades the virgins sing,
and the fairy maidens hail their kings.
The pinky skies lovingly shower, silver leaves and golden flowers.
In the distance you hear the buzzing bees,
humming birds,
and the whispering breeze.
Where the milky streams softly ripple,
caressing the banks and its rocky nipples.
From marble fountains lovers would drink,
in crystal goblets with golden rings.
As lovers dance to the beat of their hearts,
their lovely rhythm had turned into art.
While lovers flirt,
and their minds rover,
their hearts are drunk,
but their minds are sober.
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Author:
Saleh Ben Saleh (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Not clubbing I suspect.
Very beautiful images in this poem. They stimulate past memories and future dreams. Is well written and flows like a stream down the hill. As it flows it, waters the grass and the flowers until it ends at the lake in the valley. A beautiful poem.
Thank you for your beautiful encouraging words my friend.
So many images of nature thread through this beautiful poem. Dreamy in content, touches the heart of the reader. Fine stanzas Saleh. Have a wonderful Thursday.
Thank you dear friend.
Enjoy your evening.
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