One glance felled me swifter than an arrow
and pierced my soul with pain profoundly rare,
the sweetest and bitterest taste of love
‘mid phasing storms of rapture and despair.
But love is not a gift we’re free to pledge
though destiny lies wanting in your eyes,
giving you the whole of my tomorrows
Beloved, in your arms I’d gladly die,
Sweet petals of our love fully blossom,
with consequence that leave us unaware.
As earth beneath our feet is torn asunder
to elevate our bodies in mid air.
I tremble though it isn’t death I fear
your nearness rocks the fundus of my heart,
to own this precious jewel is my hunger
such is the power of love that you impart.
To perish in the essence of your kiss
would only be a moment’s fatal breath,
the poisoned chalice cold upon our lips
would free us to the loving arms of death.
A contest entry
- Romancing The Muse by 2lullabyhaven.
520 points, ended May 10, 2008, 37 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A Love Story With A Twist by Venus25.
425 points, ended September 16, 2008, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Very romantic!
A very loving creation!
Best of luck! -
I like the old world feel this has. Your word choices were excellent and ohhhhh how romantic.
Very well done
Roses
Raker
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a good poem penned, a nice rhythm flowing right the way through here, love dances, good luck in the contest.
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Wow, some love...thanks for your entry
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nice poem, and i think that it is rather fitting. I am going through my own troubles that somewhat mirror your poem, and i must say, my heart is rather torn, and my mind shredded. But to no availe, I will probably fall even further before i become stable and steady upon my feet once more.
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