Seraph's feather touched thy face.
O fairer than aught else
my love.
Like satin pillows edged with lace,
delicate is
my Love for thee.
Scintillating, cascading
dew drops
off blossomed rose,
drench my heart.
Boughs of hemlock
sway in breeze,
as doves call out
to early dawn
o'er horizon
crests new born sun.
Thy face shines
upon mine eyes
which speak...
I love thee.
Author notes
Prompt Option #3: Love poem. You asked for it, you got it!
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"Seraph's feather touched thy face.
O fairer than aught else
my love."
the whole poem was beautiful,
but this part especially made me sigh
a romantic for sure
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I like the softness of this poem and the image of
the old times..where a knight speaks of his love.
Enjoyed the read..good luck.
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What a divine write. Lovely imagery, captures the mood nicely. Your words are magical - especially the ending!
Well done
Thanks for entering the contest!
Peace ♥
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This is sweet. I loved the Old English. It also makes me sad because I have no special person in my lie to say those words to me.
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Good go at Olde English. I personally enjoyed this very much. Reminds me of Byron. . . heavy sentiments that draw the reader's heart into the realm of the poem.
Very good, Poet.
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You sure can write purty sometimes
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I thought this was love-ly!
"dew drops
off blossomed rose,
drench my heart."
My favourite lines! Aww...Pwetty!
LOL... jokes aside this was really nice!
peace.
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