Once before, your proximity startled me;
your voice baffled me.
Once before, your eyes scared me;
your hands I feared.
Once before, your touch was far fetched;
your company far afield.
If this is treason,
then let me die in saying this;
I love the sweet serenity of your voice,
I long for your closeness,
I need your presence.
That your eyes are fire,
burning, yet giving pleasure,
is not news.
That your touch kindles my heart
aglow with embers of live coal,
melting me.
That your voice
is my music
Your closeness
my craving.
Your touch
the one desire
Your face,
the one picture on the wall of my heart.
Yours is the love I desire
If not yours,
whose can I desire?
OGENE.
A contest entry
- Everybody Got A Secret..... by Ephiphany.
600 points, ended July 5, 2007, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - I Need You. by Poetryintheblood.
550 points, ended January 24, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I've written four poems now, please tell me what you think of them.
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Thank you for your beautifully spoken entry, good luck in my contest, Josie
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its simple but wonderful. lovely write
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Absolutley splendid.. I have been long at rest in this forum, but I will sleep no more .. Inhaling here was indeed, my pleasure. . .
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I agree with Sedasia...
this is wonderful and I thank you so very much for taking time to participate.
Ephiphany
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Beautiful
This was a beautiful read! Very touching.
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