Endowment

Shamelessly penned for the pleasure of another. You know who you are, and I am not telling.

Endowment

 

 

There is art in the way you move

The way your hand curls ‘round the pen

The way your wrist paints the masterpiece of words

 

There is grace in the way you pose

How you bare your soul onto the page

How you pour the ache of love unbidden into motion

 

There is power in the way you know

What lay deep on the unrequited path

What stillness lurks in the untamed heart

 

There are secrets woven between the lines

Those which stir my passions

Those which strike my inhibitions

 

And there is more, that which I can not name

Only feel, when the spell is cast

Only long to touch, when my spirit reaches toward the zenith of your endowment

 

For you must be a merciful one

To spare me the quiet death of an untouched heart

To guide me through the hallowed halls of myself, and bring me spiraling back

 

Into your blissfully articulated creation

 

 

5/6/2008

Reviews

[vanishing]

I think your words have certain spell casting effects
Who wouldn't fall in love with such a masterful Portrait
painted in splendid affectionate passion
I know I have.
Your flow reverberates
through the readers soul
As the one you speak about
I'm sure
Now I must myself find myself
As I am certainly lost
in the beauty
of your entrancement

[.Mary-Kate]

A beautiful read!
...I think you review here. Sorry, it's my first day.

Reread it twice. Highest praise. :)

[Lyra H]

Very well done!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Aw shucks, I never knew you cared so much. lol lol seriously, this was beautiful and well written. My compliments to the author.