As wind whistles through leaves,
And pen caresses page,
The sweet scent of pavement
After newly-fallen rain,
When the suckling of babes concludes,
With contented bellies full,
And the muses light in riotous form
Upon the artist’s soul,
And virgin eyes upon the words
Of wisdom etched in stone –
These things, these beautiful things,
Are what I feel for you.
Author notes
A love poem that doesn't include the word, "love."
In a list
A contest entry
- Romantic Love Poems Contest by Ethereal One.
900 points, ended May 29, 2007, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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The tenderness overflows here and the aching light of those words that need not be spoken when they are so readily shown. Poetry at it's finest. Blue
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excellent expression
I love all of the beautiful images you have created in this poem. Such a soft, quiet mood is felt in each line. This is a wonderful way to feel about someone.
Thank you for entering this contest, and good luck!
Aurora 2012
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