Among the crowd, it’s you I see
You own my heart, you hold the key
My vision dark except for you
I see no room, no other view
You steal my sense,
my eyes both blind
Except for you
You fill my mind
You move with grace, the tiger's stalk
(my throat so dry I scarce can talk)
The piercing eye, the thrust of breast
(my heart is tearing in my chest)
In pain I gaze at hip and thigh
Who holds your love
Not I
Not I
Not for me those hidden graces
Not for me those secret places
Not for me love's lip on lip
And not for me caress of hip
No love for me, not even rind
Except for you
You fill
my mind
How came I thus to my sad fate?
To lose the one I need for mate
So many others more than I
Will please your sight, will catch your eye
I grope for words to bid you stay
To reach your heart, to find the way
But words still fail to pierce the veil
With silent tears, again I fail
You stand while I, with hope forlorn
Must curse the day that I was born
I need your mind, your scent, your touch
(the day we met I knew that much)
I know my fate is linked to you
(but how to make you see that, too?)
I watch you standing clothed in night
With eyes of mist and teeth so white
You touch my hand with skin of silk
The curve of breast, oh love's sweet milk
Tear from my lips the words to bind
(before, Dear God, I lose my mind)
You turn to me, all grace and fire
My flame of love, my blazing bier
You touch my cheek.... Will waiting end?
You smile and say, "Good night my friend."
I stand and weep, my hopes unwind
Except for you
You fill
My mind
Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh... the rhymes the theme the contents therein resonate with me beautifully my friend. As I said before if continue this does when pursuing your work then,, scarce find words to describe the emotions brought forth! BRAVO again bravo again!
P.s had to come back and add that, that second to last stanza is perfection! You take the reader to the edge of ecstacy and then as is only fate could deem, let them down as gracefully as the maiden of whom you write does our protagonist!
Oh, wow! This is so lovely and deftly written by a master's hand. The hopefulness, the despondency, the desire, and dream are so beautifully interwoven throughout. This poem alone would make a woman love you. If not, she's not a woman. This is just stunningly beautiful. Well done. Well done.
Whoever has experienced what's described here can only nod silently thinking, "that's how it feels, yeah". Those who are fortunate enough not to have been put through such misery can also get a pretty good idea as to what it's like because the poem is very well written. Love is not only overrated, but completely misunderstood, no? Actually, it's the most destructive force there is, isn't it? Somehow it masquerades as the pinnacle of human experience, but it hangs on a pendulum that swings from joy to pain. The more it swings to one side the more it'll swing to the other. (Sorry for rambling on, my excuse is going through a very similar situation as the one described in the poem.)
I used to read poetry in my younger years; not so much anymore. I had my reasons for checking this one out and I'm happy with myself for giving in. This is beautiful, meaningful and I can relate so well.
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