I was weightless
freefalling like a lover
who’s lost sense of time
uninterrupted by old symphonies
and “could have beens”
She was my pen and ink
spilling forth onto blank pages
with wandering hands
I could have kissed her
under star-filled skies
or traced the length of her lips
until they found a way to mine
but she’d know their shape was love
and that I was a dreamer.
Please tell me what you think
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Wow. That was absolutely beautiful. It had a river-like flow to it. You did an excellent job.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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this was really good. romantic and soft without being corny and overdone...this is how love poems should be written.
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has a mysterious quality to it.
simple and charming.
and the title is more than adorable.
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Mmmmm.....
* Sigh *
Beauty found in deceptively simplistic metaphor. Ah, how I do Love thee!
Quite well done, dear. Quite, indeed!
Blessings,
~ ~ Janet ~ ~
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quite airy. very nice piece here, joe
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heartachingly beautiful. damn.
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I love yout title.. very intriguing.
Your poem is lovely as well.
traced the length of her lips until they found a way to mine... Softly romantic and longing.
Very nicely done.
Stacy
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A very touching piece.
Beautifully penned, I really loved the read.
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So sad - so beautiful! I've missed your poetry! Wow.
Write more Joe, write more!!!!
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o wow this is awesome! i wish i could have a man write something like this about me! how passion filled. Eros guided your heart and your pen well! beauty such as this fills my heart with unbriddled jealousy. i absolutly love the lines, "She was my pen and ink
spilling forth onto blank pages"
God how intense!
loved it!
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