Impressions upon a heart four years seen,
linger in memories whispered with love.
Naught but reality holds me above,
with visions of faith, love and charity.
Tenderness echoes throughout your strong heart,
gifting our eyes with smiles you do share,
creating heart’s ability to care,
allowing love’s finding a way to start.
Shall I pass you on the morrow’s rising,
I pray naught will come between our meeting,
for treasures would find themselves defeating
and love would seem to be too surprising.
Greet me there in the meadow where I’ll be,
for I have pleasures that need to be seen.
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A contest entry
- Four years and counting.... by LionessK.
600 points, ended April 30, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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lovely flow, rhythm and wording you have here. wonderfully put together. I especially like your second stanza.
Just beautiful...
~Kristy
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I enjoyed this write very much. Sounds like a very promising and happy write.
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Touching write
Me think you are looking and preparing for your lover. I hope it tis short wait and happiness abolunds.
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Wow, this is a very musical poem. I really like the imagery, diction, and the stanza's are in a rhyme pattern of ABBA which is great! I like the rhyming couplet at the end as well.
Great form, great poem.
Thanks for sharing,
Brokenpoet
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