Your Synchronous art of complacency

You are like a gentle shade

pleasant as a tender cloud

A brief comfort to my life

Turned on its complacent ends

 

You are like  a spring morning 

soaked in your quantum grace,

placid as the flowery ardor

Shining among roses and carnations.

A valediction of all my earthly passions

My weak  breath that goes,

where the pleasures race

While I stare blankly on the yellow moon .

My heart beats, secretly, 

and I stretch synchronously

With all the promising portals I have met

An intuitive map to our gratification

I delve for keeping you obliquely dear 

And to be with you infinitely

You tired of my absence,

And  I anemic,who missed

Your golden giggles, your spirited cries. 

Reviews

[Manpreet]

Lovely!!!:)!!

[InsanityWriter]

Lovely. ^_^

[patricia]

this has grace. it makes me think of someone older and wiser appreciating a young one around. This review cannot do a poem like this credit. Beautiful.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I think this one reads more like the poet's resignation to this great passions and loved one, very lovely writing too

[I, Rene]

I really thought this very beautiful, I think you have expressed a wonderful joy to share with us, to be missed and to miss, uniquely human? maybe not, but we are the only ones that express that emotion with tears.

[gombeggar]

cap the whole title...otherwise another fine roping of words and phrases

[Tai Ryens]

Dinner with a fair maiden, lovely and gentle, and to you and you only. Imaginative analogy, and whoever this would have been written for should be blessed.

[Marie]

A sweet love poem...I especially like the last line...

[quinfinn]

this entire piece is a wonderful metaphor laced with beautiful and imaginative imagery, very nice!

[David Scott]

The poem was much more relatable than the title... I would not have read a poem with such a pretentious title if it was not a request, but I'm glad I did read this. A very fine write.