The day is cold.
lost
without thou brillant sunshine,
striking in ones hair,
glittering in thou beautiful, big, brown eyes.
That i found myself
once gazing into.
The wind,
it blows, through thine hair..
flying up like a bird that has been locked away and can never return.
My love is lost,
to thee i cannot have.
For thou is
not a loft this wonderous cloud,
as am i.
Shall thee forget thou
that i cannot have,
or awaste my days,
until..the day turn bright and warm my heart,
to grant me this wish, for thee?
A last these few
i cannot see
just please stay awake for thou
i cannot forget.
A contest entry
- Olde Fashioned Love by Titus.
1400 points, ended December 30, 2008, 14 entries
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Comments
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striking in ones hair is almost seeing her kneeeling before him, that even the wonderous cloud seems quite low compaed to this. A lovely nature element throughout, this typically human scenario. Nicely done.
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thanks so much! ya i wasnt sure how well this was written, because it was the first piece i have ever written like this so thank you
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