It Couldn't Be Forever

It Couldn't Be Forever

A Poem by The Autumn Faerie
"

This is for a man who has my heart, but will never know it, because it simply cannot be.

"

 

His ebony eyes lock with mine.                Her emerald eyes lock with mine.
It is then, that I know                             It is then, that I know
I have found my heaven.                          I have found my heaven.

 

His golden skin,                                       Her ivory skin,

Hot, beneath my hands.                            Soft, beneath my hands. 

  

                          I will savor this moment forever.  

                          
His hair, dark as night, glistens above me.  Her auburn tresses tangle beneath us.
It is then, that I know                                It is then that I know
I have found my sanctuary.                         I have found my sanctuary.
 
His sensuous kisses,                                   Her fervent kisses, 

 Ravenous, with passion.                             Ardent, with devotion. 

  

                           I will savor this moment forever.      

                     

His sinewy hands intertwine with mine.    Her longing hands bid me farewell.  

It is then, that I know                               It is then, that I know

This is for the last time.                           This is for the last time.

 

                          Even though we’d said forever,                                  

                          We knew it would not last long.

                          For even a love so deep as ours,

                          Cannot withstand forever.

© 2008 The Autumn Faerie


Author's Note

The Autumn Faerie
I wrote this very late tonight, rather spontaneously, and it nearly brought me to tears to do so...

And I FINALLY got the format correct! ^.^

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I find the way that you've written this quite nice. It shows both sides of the story right next to one another, which could symbolize something deeper within the characters and their emotions. The repitition of "I will savor this forever" helps to bring a sense of reality to the poem; who hasn't thought about something long after they shouldn't, and still liked it? I like the format, I like your choice of words and I can see the emotion quite vividly. This is a nice piece to add to your collection of work. Nicely done!

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ouch. yes. forever. is it possible? i love how brought this question to the forefront. and the format is quite unique, and captivating.

a bit heartbreaking, and yet... ::sigh::

lovely write



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I find the way that you've written this quite nice. It shows both sides of the story right next to one another, which could symbolize something deeper within the characters and their emotions. The repitition of "I will savor this forever" helps to bring a sense of reality to the poem; who hasn't thought about something long after they shouldn't, and still liked it? I like the format, I like your choice of words and I can see the emotion quite vividly. This is a nice piece to add to your collection of work. Nicely done!

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

It is achingly sensual and exquisitely written...I loved it...

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Interesting choice of words on both the behalf of the male character and the female character.. But, you're right.. Some things just don't with-stand forever.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Just a lover of words-- A poet of sorts... A soul, who knows what it's like-- To lose. I'll be nineteen soon, and I've been doing recreational writing for about eight years now, though I was discoura.. more..

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