My heart is like ice
Why,why must it hurt so
The only thing to unfreeze it
Is the warmth it feels from your face's sweet glow
Your picture burns in my mind
Like the fire I sit before
Without you in my arms
Life is just a chore
In my mind I wonder
Do you still hold that rose
Once so fragrant and sweet
Now wilted by a love that will never grow
My devotion to you is as pure
As the snow that falls outside my window pane
But I sit alone in the firelight
With only my glass of champagne
More beautiful than Aphrodite herself
Your hair like pure gold
The voice of an angel in my head
Oh this feeling can not be controlled
You were promised to another
Our love could never be
I can tolerate this curse no futher
The end I soon forsee
Yes the fire that is it
To my freedom its the key
My soul will no longer haunt this empty house
My passion with smolder with this cell's debris
With a wild look in his eye
He lit aflame words so tenderly written
No longer with these accursed papers
Shall I be smitten
Strewn across the foyer floor
The house was set ablaze
This is for you my darling
A fiery bouquet
Author notes
I did the best considering my age,but I hope you enjoyed this poem nonetheless
A contest entry
- Not allowed to love... by Lord Merlynn.
600 points, ended March 13, 2007, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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How tortous love is when it slips from your grasp. I could feel your emotions and sorrow. And what an ending, a fiery bouquet indeed. Thanks for sharing and good luck in the contest.
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Amazing Detail
I adore this poem, I think maybe in line 25 you might have switched the words "is it" maybe? Or am I reading it wrong.
Any who, this is a beautiful poem and I think I will print it out and put it in my locker at school.
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This is goldne, thank you for entering it. you could feel the torture in this soul, from these gilded words. congrats on making it to finalist list. Good luck.
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