I feed that which brings me to my knees by hand.............
My kisses are not eager to defend distant voices that say it is cold now After all the joy of idle hours, when you were my valentine I feed that which brings me to my knees, by hand As whispers from leaves show me flaws My head tells me are not mine
A river from my long ago flows in a victorious bout of peacefulness Releasing silent showers into skies of vivid sunny blue While my kisses are carried by muses that wave At the sighs they find in these thoughts My heart pens here of you
My ears raise questions that stare back at me utterly astounded Asking why I fight that which brings me to my knees When I know I may never, ever meet again This place where my heart is guided Into all my kisses can see
Echoes are heard here and there of transformation, whispered to me My kisses are not eager to defend or take flight with wings So I feed that which brings me to my knees, by hand Close my eyes, as only sighs do I see And this joy in everything
This piece is so dreamy and romantic and lovely! It takes me to another place, one where dreams come true and joy is abundant. Images of soft clouds floating in a bright blue sky, where trees rustle in a soft breeze wispering things to me softly. The line, "A river from my long ago flows in a victorious bout of peacefulness" is just scrumptious and beautiful.
Solid write and the perfect picture to go along with it. the intensity kisses the reader as they indulge word by word this carefully crafted piece, well done
Neva...Neva...Neva...I absolutely adore how this flows over my skin like warm satin. This piece is beautiful and so touching. Your work is so very beautiful!
you had me on this one with the very first line. A haunting vision flashes by my eyes when I repeat this line. visions of the future, the past and all that is in between.
thanks for sharing this Ms Flores. beautiful as ever...
"While my kisses are carried by muses that wave
At the sighs they find in these thoughts
My heart pens here of you"
Love this. I know I probably say it way too often, but this poem is especially beautiful and flows like no other!
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