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Metaphors for Our Love

 

 

You are the feathered splay

of billowy clouds

stretching across

the vault of heaven

 

I am a blank canvas

that anticipates

each delicate stroke

of your sensual hand

 

Your voice, is a soft pattering

of summer's rain

on a quiet morn

that refreshes

 

I am the passionate violinist

who caresses

the strings of your heart:

which is music to my ears.

 

 

 

 

Author notes

Of course, this is dedicated to my wife.

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  • Margaret Denham gold member
    August 23, 2008

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    Your wife is a fortunate woman to have such beautiful words written for her. The soft sensuality that drifted through your poem was so full of the feelings that only two people who love deeply really understand.

    Thank you for entering and best wishes in the judging.

    Love Margaret


  • Wild Mustang
    August 9, 2008

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    This is beautiful, Michael. And they are metaphors indeed! Only someone so insightful as yourself could make such sensual and sentimental comparisons .


  • tara wilson gold member
    August 8, 2008
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    a passionate violinist...yes..

    lovely..


  • Spiritual Nature
    August 8, 2008

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    This is simply a delicate caressing of the colors and textures of your love.  It is a delight and so refreshing to see a man who loves so truly.

     

     

    BLESSINGS, Doris  


  • Nicolette gold member
    August 8, 2008

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    Aaah, so much music in this one... beautiful, and beautiful this composition of love!

    ~ Nicolette

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