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Compassion From Within The Heart
To gaze through the windows of your eyes and visualize the reflective substance enhanced and fulfilled by the eloquence
of intimate time brings forth a happiness unrelenting
To delve into the soft fragrance of an aromatic combination of
fundamental segments bonding your gracious sweetness would be a sample or taste of romantic astonishment
To allow the
passing of time without the fabulous gratitude would be a desacration destin to cause disaster. And it the light of a fasinating
display it would be unwise to take such repulsive steps
Though that may be the perception of the world, such philosophy
can not apply for beauty must be nurished. But you have been the very fulfillment that many have desired to reach and maintain.
In smile you excellently magnify a genuine passion of beauty that no mortal could compare.
If the perception
in your thoughts sought to entertain the idea that reason for such words were only to cause some kind of discomfort, I think
that its clear to see that consistent progression of colorful complements displayed for the purpose
of something far
more important would provide a mountain of understanding to answer all questions that would pertain to the reason why.
Maybe
in time the vision of loveliness that you are will be well understood and the reasons why such a label would be placed on
someone so sensational. And yet there is still so much more to come.
Eloquently worded. Terrific
poem. Deep feeling and constructive. Nothing in this world can take the place of being understood and being beneficial to
others.
Reviewed by delila
Balloon
I think that I might fly away, in my hot
air balloon,
And hide from worldly worries on the dark side of the moon;
There’s but one thing I need before I
float into the blue:
I need a sky companion and I want it to be you.
We’ll fly beyond the storm clouds and
we’ll watch from up above,
I’ll cover you in rainbows as we feel each others’ love;
You’ll shower
in the stars at midnight in our special place,
I’ll dry you with a comet’s tail and kiss your beaming face.
Dreamy
drifting panorama, changing every day,
Every night your loving smile will be my milky way,
The moon will wane before
us, sailing there in heaven’s height,
For nothing else can challenge our love’s everlasting light.
Venus
shining on us, glowing soft at our devotion,
Our daily drifting dalliance in love’s celestial ocean,
I’ll
write you lovers’ poetry, and you will be my muse,
Orion and Andromeda will oversee our cruise.
We’ll
sleep with clouds as pillows, maybe steal an angel’s wings,
Then fly as magic lovebirds, or slide round Saturn’s
rings,
And should we tire of drifting and the stars all floating by,
We’ll hook onto a meteor and soar across
the sky.
Will you consent to be my mate on our celestial ship?
I’m ready, heart all packed with love, to last
us for the trip,
Take my hand and step aboard, we’re heading for the sun,
We’re flying till we find the
place where our two souls are one.
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A Painting
Regret flows from the depths of my soul
With the strength of a flood
I have held these gates shut for too long
And
though tormenting, they should not be stopped.
The thought of your anguish
Even as I write to you now
Stops my
heart cold
As well it should
What I see in front of me
Is a painting of our love
Its most thoughtful brushstrokes
Mottled
by hurried abstraction and inattention
A person who had not seen this masterpiece created
Might think it to be refuse
and pass it by unknowingly
Letting be obscured the deep beauty of its many scenes
By layers of the tarnish of mistreatment
But
as the painter
I see beyond the dark smears
To recall the hours that I attended to the details
And wonder how I could
let it become so discolored
The painting that took me my life to create
Has lost its divinity in my careless treatment
And
even if I were to refine it
I fear you would always see it as it is today
So today I paint a new masterpiece
One
inspired by the muse of respect
A work that you can love through our old age
One that you will look to each day for
inspiration
This one will take some time
As I want my brushstrokes to be carefully placed
I need to move steadily
to ensure that this time,
My art represents my dream
This is my opus
Don't judge me on my past works
As I
have never before had so much skill and inspiration
And never before have I wanted to please you as I do today
With
you and my children as my muse
I will paint for you a lifetime
A portrait of devotion and friendship
A panorama of
passion and admiration
All I ask is that you gaze upon it with an open heart
And you shall unquestionably love me
again
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