To have and to hold
With Anticipations Breath, I except his love.
We are molten, as husband and wife.
Not by the hand of satin, but by God.
As my father walks me, tears drop from my eyes.
Oh the thought of his lips caressing mine, us lovers combined.
As the heap plays, I can see the angels wings lifting.
Floating, like flower petals upon water.
I quiver as he gently touches my skin.
Our hearts are as one, as love enters our soul.
golden clouds shimmers upon heaven.
I know that your passion, will forever be my pleasure.
A contest entry
- WOW ME! by Kp.s.
1982 points, ended February 12, 2009, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Unsung Prewrites! by Justified Inc..
700 points, ended April 2, 2009, 62 entries
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Comments
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Beautiful!
So lovely. The absolute innocence and beauty you have captured have left me feeling so inspired. There is such a place that few find, and you have described that place well and left me longing for the gift of love and innocence.
Absolutely breathtaking.
Bravo!
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Short, but very deep. I thought the way your capitalized 'Anticipation's Breath' - just drop the 'e'. I also very much enjoyed your last line, I felt it wrapped up the poem very nicely.
You have a knack for description language, and your words paint a very clear and honest picture. I thoroughly enjoyed every line, excellent job.
All the best and thanks for entering my contest,
KP
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