The elegant toe of a nymph
Makes ripples as she dances ballet over my heart.
Twirling, spinning
Each movement creates a different wave.
But, small as her rhythms are,
The varied sensations...so much larger.
Never has the world seemed so pointless
Then when I inhale the smallest scent of her hair.
How they say our love is a sin, I just don't know.
You, my faerie, have discovered the best of me.
Your voice, so melodic.
Your skin, so sweet, so tender.
Inside of me, I beg you to dance more.
My Dearly Beloved, never cease your symphony.
Lift me up higher and higher
I beg you,
"Never let me fall".
Author notes
My user name is Mai Crimson Regret. The person holding the contest is She-Cries-Alone. =]
A contest entry
- She loves me...[she.loves.me.not] by incondite.
300 points, ended December 9, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Where shall I improve?
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