I don't really know how to explain this one. Except that this is something that happens when we all are blindly, helplessly, hopelessly, in love.
I will come to see you
Dressed in white
Burning like stars
But cold as ice.
I will come to see you
With my wings insight
Holding the universe
Within my eyes.
I will come to see you
As a distant smell
Or a guardian angel
Gazing from over your head.
I will come to see you
Always, my love
As a pretty, little
Lying dove.
lovely poem...really enjoyed the imagery you used depicting the subject matter
celestial,
....I will come to see you
Dressed in white
Burning like stars
But cold as ice...
yearning yet cynical...
...I will come to see you
As a distant smell
Or a guardian angel
Gazing from over your head.
I will come to see you
Always, my love
As a pretty, little
Lying dove....
Nice poem...
I will come to see you
As a distant smell
Or a guardian angel
Gazing from over your head.
I will come to see you
Always, my love
As a pretty, little
Lying dove. I love this part cos it makes me picture myself in the lines as I skim.
Powerfull thought... "Holding the universe within my eyes" there's a word for this kind of love.
Limerence. and you discribe it perfectly. Well done !!!
lovely poem...really enjoyed the imagery you used depicting the subject matter
celestial,
....I will come to see you
Dressed in white
Burning like stars
But cold as ice...
yearning yet cynical...
...I will come to see you
As a distant smell
Or a guardian angel
Gazing from over your head.
I will come to see you
Always, my love
As a pretty, little
Lying dove....