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when I believed...

When I believed in love
stars hung in the night
like heavy pearls,
and it seemed my fingertips had touched them;

moonlight was so thick
it fell like silvery water on my face
and bathed my cares into sparkling dust.

Night held on
and only the sweetest morning song
could ease her away,
air was warm and soft
even to skin glowing
in passion;

and dawn was the first step
to holding the world
to its promise,
beauty in day's fall to dimming hours;

when I believed in love
life held moments
deep as dark seas,
closed eyes and promises came by whispers.

Author notes

Prompt: "True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen."
-La Rochefoucauld

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  • Room without doors gold member
    January 10, 2008

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    Outstanding

    This poem has a fine lyrical style and I thought the imagery was fine and romantic. I loved the repetition of "when I believed in love" which gave the poem a sense of remembering love's intensity and passion. This is a sophisticated poem that is both fluid and full of detail. An inspirational poem. Congratulations on the gold trophy.


  • poet2angels gold member
    January 2, 2008

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    This is gorgeous...
    Oh my...
    I loved every line, every word left me breathless...
    This is a masterpiece...

    Lynda

  • InBetweenThoughts
    January 1, 2008

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    A wonderful read, filled with great thoughts, some sad, some very uplifting with great imagery to reflect your feelings. Well penned, best wishes, Ken IBT


  • Mallig gold member
    December 31, 2007

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    Beautiful imagery and simile. Too many favorite parts to point out. So sad, a memory of true love lost, and even sadder to lose the belief in love. Good luck in the contest

  • Virginia Logsdon
    December 30, 2007
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    This is beautiful!


  • Mari Goes gold member
    December 30, 2007

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    I agree with that prompt.
    It's so difficult to hold on to true love, that it indeed
    seems like a ghost.
    Your poem has soft, warm and beautiful sights, but again the past tense makes it sound somewhat sad.
    I enjoy reading your poems


  • Laura Lamarca gold member
    December 30, 2007

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    typo in last line "closed"

    "and dawn was the first step
    to holding the world
    to its promise,"

    I particularly like that part

    You did well with this, it's good to read you again. Good luck in the contest.

    Laura x

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