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Love Of My Life

Love of my Life,
Can we, make?
One day and night,
Magical, just our very own.

Forget the everyday, worries?
Retreat, worldly cares aside.
A secret, secluded destination.
Spirits, soaring to unknown places.

Discover new ecstasy, together
Beyond our know, pleasures,
Take my hand my love,
Let me, show you the way.

Swooping like two red hawks above,
Gliding among the cottonwood trees,
Weaving in and out, wherever we please.
Sunshine, radiating upon us.

Evening falls, gazing mindnight sky,
Counting endless stars above.
Brilliant, glittering and so alive.
Tonight, shining just for US, alone!

Twined as ONE, like my shimmering silver pearls.
Secretly, sparkling by opaline moonlight.
A shooting star ordered, just for you.
Making a wish, upon our destiny.

Staying until pink, breaking daylight.
Creating a magical melody.
Treasure chest of memories,
Keys, locked within our Hearts, forever.

Kennetta K. Brousseau
Wriiten: April 14, 2003



Author notes

This was done,printed on a leafy paper with teal script framed and matted with gol, navy and burgundy and gold frame. I t was a gift for my hubby, our 30th. anniversary. All, he said, was it doesn't rhyme??? I was crushed and have written a couple for him and will write not more! He doesn't even understand the meaning here. Ranchers can be smart enough to build a business and dumb enough to not understand their wife.
Written May 17th, 2003

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  • angelica silver member
    February 23, 2004
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    Like peacelink,my hubby hasn't read one of my poems and hasn't got a romantic bone in his body,but after 42 years of marriage we stll love each other,he does other thinge for me that makes up for it.Men just do not think how much they can hurt you,after all they are men ~angelica~

  • Pari Ali
    May 21, 2003
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    Love just brims out of this, its a beautiful write.

  • Pari Ali
    May 21, 2003
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    You know my hubby hasn't even heard or read a single poem I have written, it is crushing, you put so much into this and I know exactly how you feel for I have been asking the same things for some time now, what seems so simple to us is so hard for them to comprehend sometimes. I can but imagine how it must have hurt you
    (((((HUGS)))))))


  • wintersong
    May 20, 2003
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    aw, to soar like the birds...thanks for this prairie woman!
    hugs,
    jim


  • coffee-agh
    May 20, 2003
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    T'is such a shame he is not 'in tune' with today's poetic works. Some rhyme, some just carry a picture or image but most carry an emotion which carries any great poem higher than simple prose. Great work -tj-

  • Di
    May 17, 2003
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    wonderful

    This is a beautiful write. I love it. Sometimes men express their thoughts in a way that appears hurtful, I know that from personal experience, but often they don't mean to be hurtful and afterwards they don't understand why women get upset 'sigh'...This is one of the most beautiful and romantic writes I've ever read. I'll bookmark it as my favourite

    I especially like the lines:

    'Evening falls, gazing mindnight sky,
    Counting endless stars above.
    Brilliant, glittering and so alive.
    Tonight, shining just for US, alone!'

    Thanx for sharing and thanx so much for your kind and encouraging comment.

    Hugs,

    Di



    Edited on May 17, 11:17 p.m. because ''.


  • Sherry gold member
    May 17, 2003
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    Very beautiful and wonderful......images.....

    Awwwwh, maybe he just didn't understand poetry doesn't all rhyme sweetie did you explain that to Him? I can see why you be hurt
    your time and devotion into something not to feel its accepted.
    Maybe He didn't mean for it to be hurtful. I will say this is a beautiful piece of poetry and has lovely images.
    Grandma you did a wonderful job writing it......Love and hugs,
    Sherry
    Edited on May 17, 6:03 p.m. because ''.

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