I lay beside you on the bed
Wrapped inside your arms
Her kitten sleeps between our feet
As thoughts run wild in my mind
My glasses lay discarded
With the book I tried to read
With every sleeping breath you draw
My heart turns 'way from the Celts
And to the sleeping Celt beside me
My cheeks were stained with tears
When I awoke this morn
Yet, I rose with a grin
The tears, though not remembered,
Their origin, I know
This bloody situation
With my love's heart divided
Where he must choose between two souls
Which one he shall forever keep
You never weep, my love
My sweet Seron,
Whose laughter sparkles bright
Who makes me laugh and sigh
The deliberate tickles of your beard
Against my neck and shoulders
The trail of loud kisses
You take from hip to shoulder
The giggles you arouse in me
Bubble forth in scads
I find a question in my mind
As I think on the past three months
"Why must we be here?
What did I do right to deserve you,
The god who thinks me an angel?
What did I do wrong to deserve this torment,
Knowing, almost certain, it's her you'll choose?"
I know not the answers
I dare not delve to find them
But I know I am content
To simply lay in your arms,
Or you in mine
For the moments given us
Author notes
'O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away'...Yeats
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A contest entry
- Quote Me Love.... by Cannonsfire.
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Comments
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This is so lovely and tinged with a certain sadness, thank you for a most beautiful entry
Love, C
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I recently read another entry in this contest and yours was shorter and probably better. I stil thought that there was a lot of cliche in this, though. Nice.
~DKR
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This is a nice one! Thanks for a great beginning. Write on, poet.
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