My dearest you are more than real
More than I could ever imagine.
With you I can feel
The delicate, soft, and fragile.
And more! Complicated color,
Shades of worlds at play,
Symbols, music, magic!
Filling the air with expectancy,
Colored ecstasy.
Forgive my stupidity.
How could I see only part of your art
And miss the symphony, the rhapsody.
But that, too, is you,
I know to be forgiving,
Coloring my world, fulfilling.
Augustus / Redlands / June 1987
- Author: Augustus (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 9th, 2016 08:39
- Comment from author about the poem: Written in June of 1987. Falling in love.
- Category: Love
- Views: 21
Comments3
This is amazing, Augustus! Falling in love was good to you. Such pleasant imagery..
Unfortunately I did something back then that changed the whole relationship. I lost a soul mate. Thanks for your comments.
Beautifully written and the picture is awesome as well
Thanks, I was looking for something illusory as opposed to real.
wow ,i want this one day
Oh that you may my dear. Oh that you may. Thanks for reading.
yourwelcome, hopefully one day
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