Lovely sin

nothing special

Thy lord what a lovely sin,
I‘m drenched in herself again,
when the-time-was-right,
So she closed her eyes,
Lost inside my memory crown
I'm the one who's remain.

I turned with a lovely grin,
Her portrait simply left lot, to fantasy
Its dark-and-silent,
that's because shes' violet
Stars of every kind, will I ever find?
None can hurt this warrior but her.

So-volatile, so-heavenly,
I don't want the pain,
Her life cannot change.

Reviews

[Papaya]

I like it, it feels special.
I can't say I understand it for sure but to me it feel like a man has fallen for a woman, or rather a picture of a woman. Perhaps a painting or a magazine or maybe even a computer screen.
I guess what this made me think of is a man fantasizing and making love to a woman in his mind, a woman that resembles the picture woman that he so very much longs for but cannot be with because she is unattainable? I don't know. I am not good at these things but I liked your poem. The gentle flow felt very soothing.

[Ellen Kolman]

I understand this poem ... there are many lovely sins that I return to over and over myself...excellent write! Cheers!

[James]

I really liked, but I had to read it a couple of times. I really get the questioning and the yearning. Nice job.

[Cyndy Robinson]

What a wonderful poem. Just went through something like this. We are both back together again, somewhat dubiously because we both hurt so bad from the split to begin with. Neither one wants to go through it again. What a beautiful poem.

[andrew mitchell]

Its like a love for a picture of a woman forever young, immortal, never changing except your fantasies.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

almost like seeing her is looking at a portrait of the mona lisa...

what is the attraction? well, it is there, but, i know she won't change to be with me...and i don't need that pain..so she can just stay in the portrait.

i like this.

j.