“Falling”
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
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Author:
Leya Virago (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments3
beautiful write
Thank you sir!
my pleasure
I love this Virago - your words are so carefully chosen and clear and uniformly good! You got me with your first line!
Thank you I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
Great poem, Leya! Love the ending!
Well thanks! I appreciate you reading it FP!
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