Love will sit on the doorstep like a white panther, resting.
Staring at you, making you smile that special smile,
You will become a beautiful bird, wanting and singing.
The terror that comes from wishing will help to beguile.
Hurrying to the open door when your partner arrives,
You will open their arms like a charming birthday present.
Enchanting lights in the dark night sky will transform your lives,
And the distant sound of soft music beckons contentment.
Soon the white panther will depart without making a sound,
You will return to the green cliffs above a sea of blue,
And fall back from the edge and embrace the genuine ground,
With only the exquisite ghost of your love to save you.
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Author:
David Wakeling (
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This reminds me of a story, of a little girl who didn't want to go to church with her mum and dad, as she said she didn't want to meet the (Holy) Ghost! More often called the Holy Spirit now.
Yes but this is about a different ghost.Thanks for commenting
A ghost of love sounds haunting and so it should be. Well written
Your poem focuses on the experience of love, from the joy it brings to the pain of its absence. Nicely written
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