Like a sheet flowing in the wind on a hanger,

As though being tossed about, weightless through the air,

My heart like a swift in the breeze, taking a course without a compass

Time has no stake, it seems to fly by with me

I stand in each moment with you, soaking in the full measure

Of the pleasure of your company


I look at this love as though I never knew love before

As if it were a foreign concept, newly discovered, and without limits

So that, each sign of affection is all the more, a dainty treat to the soul

So that no thing from you can be judged in bias or prior encounter


Each of our words are carefully altered, knowingly sent out like a telegram to our hearts.

Rather than fleeting, our words carry on in the wee small hours of the morning

Their flavor lasts, and lingers on the tongue

Projecting in our dreams as we fall


  • Author: Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 11th, 2018 21:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: Please, please, friends, give me your opinions! I value them more than you know! Hope everyone is doing well. I am glad to be back!
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 22
  • User favorite of this poem: Lorna.
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  • ron parrish aka wordman

    beautiful write

  • Lorna

    I love this Virago - your words are so carefully chosen and clear and uniformly good! You got me with your first line!

    • MaddieJ

      Thank you I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

    • FredPeyer

      Great poem, Leya! Love the ending!

      • MaddieJ

        Well thanks! I appreciate you reading it FP!

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