You are the poetry that come out of my mouth.
Your love the muse that dances in my heart.
I sing of you every second that I’m alive.
Each of your kisses are a stanza
Your presence is the rhythm and rhyme of my soul.
You make mystery upon my face with your fingers.
Your breath upon my face is the wind swirling metaphors
Settling upon similes.
How happily I am drowned in this pool.
Under your depths I have no desire to surface.
If this is dying I can live in it forever.
In a list
A contest entry
- enter poetry here. by amid unnaked things.
300 points, ended July 31, 32 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - TURN YOUR SILVER INTO GOLD by KayJay46.
1750 points, ended August 3, 20 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Beautifully written and a wonderful
thought for this contest! Congrats
to you on your silver and good luck
with this contest!
Jeremy0826 -
What a great love poem... Nice flow and rhythm, emotional without being too sappy
Well deserving of the honor and what I was hoping for here...
Well done!
Ken
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