Sit here I, watching you
The curve of your lips in a waltzing tale
The arc of your eyebrows above precious sapphire eyes
And might I beg your hair to curl
Only to let itself down to sway with every breath
Though here I stay, my own lungs stuck
And, holly-spangled, your voice is cause enough for my heart to dash
Leaping o'er the hurdles of your silvery laugh lest it trip and perish
You are a prisoner here, I can tell
For your golden leads are all that keep you from floating right to the clouds
I whisper this to you - a giggle; I'm startled into bliss
I must be joking, you say, for it cannot be true
You are no angel, you say, collapsing against my shoulder in mirth
And ignore my jump at your touch for even that is enough to stir me
Because I can't get over you
Shall I describe this - and might I fail?
That your breath 'cross my neck does wonders for my soul
And that when you near it's all I can do to keep myself from dying
That if you were my Juliet I'd surely be your Romeo
And follow you to every depth of hell
I stumble for the words - for the courage
And scramble to unscrew the stopper you've placed by only looking my way
Yet I cannot succeed - not while the softness of your gaze still lingers
And not while you touch delves deeper into me that I could ever imagine
And not while, awkwardly, selfishly, pitifully, I need you to be close to me
For I just cannot get over you
The curve of your lips in a waltzing tale
The arc of your eyebrows above precious sapphire eyes
And might I beg your hair to curl
Only to let itself down to sway with every breath
Though here I stay, my own lungs stuck
And, holly-spangled, your voice is cause enough for my heart to dash
Leaping o'er the hurdles of your silvery laugh lest it trip and perish
You are a prisoner here, I can tell
For your golden leads are all that keep you from floating right to the clouds
I whisper this to you - a giggle; I'm startled into bliss
I must be joking, you say, for it cannot be true
You are no angel, you say, collapsing against my shoulder in mirth
And ignore my jump at your touch for even that is enough to stir me
Because I can't get over you
Shall I describe this - and might I fail?
That your breath 'cross my neck does wonders for my soul
And that when you near it's all I can do to keep myself from dying
That if you were my Juliet I'd surely be your Romeo
And follow you to every depth of hell
I stumble for the words - for the courage
And scramble to unscrew the stopper you've placed by only looking my way
Yet I cannot succeed - not while the softness of your gaze still lingers
And not while you touch delves deeper into me that I could ever imagine
And not while, awkwardly, selfishly, pitifully, I need you to be close to me
For I just cannot get over you
Author notes
A poem in one of my stories.
It was a letter from a man - a poet - who is leaving as we writes it. As you can see, he loves her very much.
If you are interested in the story, I would be very pleased if you read it and enjoyed it. Go here:
storywrite.com/poem/1459630
Written August 18th, 2005
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Ah, yes: love is typically not something I enjoy writing about as it tends to be abstract and unreal, difficult to capture (especially without sounding rather sappy), and often mistaken for something else (such as obsession, dependence, addiction, et cetera).
I'm glad you liked it, however. I'm glad that I can even reach out and touch those whose stand on love in general is not as close to faintness and sap as some others' is.
Thank you for your comment.
By the way: you are very welcome to the read on your writing. Your poem is unique and I verily liked it. (Nice signature, by the way.)
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Bravo
I've not much to say for this really, since my beliefs in the whole of love tend to fall a bit short. However, this peom did really place the images one would associate with love in my head, and was extremely well written. Well done and bravo on this poem. Oh, and thanks for the comment.
With a sword of hope and a pen of darkness,
Sir Dakkon -
Thank you very much for the read and comment; I'm pleased you enjoyed it so much.
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wow, I really like this poem, it is truely great. good job!
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First of all i'm sorry for being numb from my side..by not replying ur very intimate 'n worthy comment on my poem."the story of a Mountain"...I 'm really very happy to see that you took interesrt and read my poem from ur heart and mind..I 'm really speechless how i can return ur generous jesture.
About this poem..iT's just wonderful..u wrote it really good..the potrayal of love for some one in this poem is very lovely....Good work..
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