What is a love that vapours reason,
and beguiles a normal sense of being.
A silent bliss or act of treason.
Embracing hope with eyes unseeing.
What chance of love this fallen leaf
that trembles floating in the fall.
Exquisite pain however brief
One feeling held above them all.
What butterfly-wings inside me now.
This dizzy trembling dream.
Cannot fly, I don’t know how.
So hard to cross the stream.
I walk on air you are my light
and I can tell you this.
I love you more with every night
and each remembered kiss.
A contest entry
- Three out of four by cricketjeff.
1300 points, ended March 28, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A tender rhymed love poem, more comments with the rest of the set.
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Your words do fly
on "butterfly wings"
lightly touching the heart,
exposing the soul.
Very well done.
Aesthete
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