Upon my soul the kiss of light
An exquisite feeling of bliss, that feels right
The Angels sing a tender dream
While I lay in your arms, and dream of life supreme
Forever was born in my heart that day
For a burning love, that seared my being in every way
And all that we were, became enchantment
Spellbound with the magic of love and commitment
My love, my soul in your hands
Like the waves rushing in, embellishing the sands
Death take me and make me beautiful
For my heart has been broken, nothing was truthful!
A contest entry
- Write the missing lines by XxGoldenxXDawnxX.
450 points, ended January 29, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I am so glad I do not suffer from burning love.
I remember it, though and it is a horrible/wonderful obsession that eats you alive. 
A fine poem here... yearning and angst. 
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So sad. But beautifully conveyed. Good luck. Rose
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