A radiance beaming around you
You comfort my soul and itch me with
Warmth
Will the elements of sound reach us once more?
as the sparrows croak their morning galore
I wish to lay on your chest, and feel your heart rest
As morning both nears lastly arrests
And introduces my muse, who speaks through her phases
How my muse never stops and ceases to amaze as I urge to lose myself around you
Feel the love I place inside you
Morning, noon, and till daylights end
In you, my heart will always bend.
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Author:
Adam Shirley (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written in the warmth of May. Such an embrace
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Comments1
Love in its vague ways expressed in this poem of metaphor. Well written
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