Ethereal beings flood their eyes.
A precious gift lost they realize.
For she decided to touch me,
Amazing love could it be.
Seeing the flood, God listened.
My heart, drowning, did pray.
Blinded by touch, love glistened.
Heart, hoping: "God let her stay."
Her hand upon my heart,
I suffer gently.
Wanting not pain to start,
Praying vehemetly.
Ethereal beings flood their eyes.
A precious gift lost they realize.
Amazing love could it be,
A being as her with me.
A contest entry
- true love... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended August 19, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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You are sketching the depth of the prompt with your own soul..wonderful indeed... I love it ..well done my friend...
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The word is ethereal. celtic queen
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thank you
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Beautifully Penned
beautiful metaphors and some
very deep thoughts of love,
wanting to be loved....
novy






