Within Your Arms

Within Your Arms

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce

Within your arms
I find the strength
that which I may not
have had otherwise
 
Within your eyes
I see my fate
unfurl in sweet
ecstasy of timeless
abandonment
 
As we have
become One.
 
Your gaze captures
mine in infinite
wisdom and passion
 
I no longer seek
anything but You
as I am satiated
by every word,
every touch,
every movement
of your charms
 
Within your arms.

 

© 2009 Siddartha Beth Pierce


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Oh, to be defined by the warmth of an embrace.
Oh,to know the splendor of a tender smiling face.
To wake each morning in the arms of dawn.
With the feeling that you're really not alone.
How thrilling and fulfilling that must be.
Compared to the emptiness that rests inside of me.
Perhaps it is a symptom of simply growing old.
Flames died into embers;the ashes have grown cold.
Alone I lay here thinking, drinking in the dark.
A man can't light a candle or be warm without a spark.

Your poem stirs longing in the soul. It brings memories of things that were but are not anymore. Its beauty is timeless as love itself and sadly just as absent in my own heart. A wonderful write dear.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Goregous write! Your writing is alway wonderful and beautifully written!

"I no longer seek
anything but You
as I am satiated
by every word,
every touch,
every movement
of your charms

Within your arms."

Your style of love poems are unmatched here at the cafe!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh, to be defined by the warmth of an embrace.
Oh,to know the splendor of a tender smiling face.
To wake each morning in the arms of dawn.
With the feeling that you're really not alone.
How thrilling and fulfilling that must be.
Compared to the emptiness that rests inside of me.
Perhaps it is a symptom of simply growing old.
Flames died into embers;the ashes have grown cold.
Alone I lay here thinking, drinking in the dark.
A man can't light a candle or be warm without a spark.

Your poem stirs longing in the soul. It brings memories of things that were but are not anymore. Its beauty is timeless as love itself and sadly just as absent in my own heart. A wonderful write dear.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

that was very romantic Siddartha and almost sensual.
I love how you use your words to create an almost
dram like view.

Great write! Thanks for sharing.

Kelley

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The passion flows out of you so beautifully.. When most people write this way it seems forced, but you, it's natural every time. Thanks for the journey. Gorgeous writing!



Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

lovely my lil' darlin so sweet! x0x0x0x0x0

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

A safe haven you are luckyto have found,well described

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Added on March 22, 2009

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Siddartha Beth Pierce

Richmond, VA



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