The pouring rain
and its boundless torrents
called out to entice me
to dance with the gales
and in slumber take
my heart to its
fantasies
But as I reached to heaven
to seek a dream
I found not a star in sight
nor an angel in the eve’s nocturnal song
to lull a lullaby
Yet in sweet surprise, fate has instead
made my fondest wish
come true;
And ‘tis not might nor pride,
nor endless age…
but your heart
your love
and you.
and its boundless torrents
called out to entice me
to dance with the gales
and in slumber take
my heart to its
fantasies
But as I reached to heaven
to seek a dream
I found not a star in sight
nor an angel in the eve’s nocturnal song
to lull a lullaby
Yet in sweet surprise, fate has instead
made my fondest wish
come true;
And ‘tis not might nor pride,
nor endless age…
but your heart
your love
and you.
Author notes
Made this during history class...even got confiscated by the teacher. But she returned it for some strange reason >_>
I should try cutting off this love kick 0_0
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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In the past I was used to read some different poetry on your site, but like each poet you are growing, changing it and making nice some different way. Great. And a small advice - next time take much more care about your poetry, ooops, be patient during the class
~Sonja~

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I was sent this to read, and I am I got to do so, as it's absolutely beautiful, never let go of your talent or your golden pen, Josephine


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Say you will never cut off your love kick, young man!
A teacher just knows when she reads words of gold...and your words gleem for all to see.
What a delight to find your page.
moon2u

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Cutting off love is like cutting off truth, and peace, and joy.
This is a grand little epic, said in ways defying cliche, which is always a challenge in poetry. "Love-ly" stuff here.
peace
doug


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How wonderful...marvelous...your teacher recognized are and returned it!
I agree with Lady Lavender. This is classic poetry. Inspired when it chooses to be inspired.
Ovations!
Marianne

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when the bloom of love is in your soul
there is no cutting it off or withholding its expression, beautifully done.

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classical in all its beauty, profound with all its sentiments.
I commend you!

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I believe she knew
she was holding
art in her hands
and presented it back
accordingly!
Aesthete

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You are so very romantic, so beyond your years...pulled on my heart strings with this one - it's a beauty!
Teacher probably thought, this sure beats an apple any day of the week
Enjoyed this!
galfalfa


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