For now I will write the words of love you whisper over my shoulder...........
I could never say I would like for you to be stronger than the wind or rain. You sparkle even when raging tempests are knocking on the door of time.
I can hear passion in your voice when you tell me you remember how I sang I love you in your ear and called you my Muse that whispers words of love over my shoulder.
I look into the window of your soul see my own smiling back happily in the reflection of a mirror that ripples stronger every day. I can see myself there still singing to you within this art I write in my tears of joyful rain.
If a painting of the skies could open up a tidal wave of hidden emotions that would change life for the better, I would learn how to paint for you. Then you could breathe in how I feel when you touch me each time you look at my painting again.
I would never expect you to be stronger than the wind or rain and I know you don’t expect me to paint the sky. So for now I will write the words of love you whisper over my shoulder and sing I love you, in your ear until the day I die.
Ahhhh, it's like drinking a cool glass of iced tea on the porch....I have no clue if this was to a lover, but I read it twice and felt it was for a daughter?? I love your elegance and fragile steel wings that paint a monet like poem.... beautiful.
PS: I lived in Georgia for a decade in the foothill of the Appalachians...kinda feel a sisterhood with you.
Once again, you use the most beautiful language to express a beautiful sentiment. Most of all your reader/subject feels loved because you have so beautifully, painstakingly, made your love clear.
One of the most beautifull poems I have read on this sight or ever for that matter. I love the flow and the picture is perfect for this piece...One can paint the sky with words, isn't a picture worth a thousand of them? If love was blue then it would match the sky above and be carried to our hearts on the wings of doves. If love was green then it would look like the grass and crickets would sing its praises all night long. If Love was yellow then it would be the sun. So intense and warm, so bright and full of joy. If love was a color, like blue, or green, or yellow, then we wouldnt need a paint brush to paint what is above us. We would use the love we all share between us to paint the sky.
This is a beautiful touching poem and the last stanza is stunningly done. The imagery is beautiful and paints a picture of two people who soulfully love each other and have these intimate moments that are being shared. Not sexual but loving and caring ones.
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