The edge of romance

The edge of romance

A Poem by willweb

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Dressed in a shade that the sun couldn’t find,

all on a cool summer’s eve

Seeking a scarf only meant to unwind,

wrapped in an untangled weave

Picking a fabric, the color of love,

stitched with a thread of desire

Taking your hand neath the heavens above,

warm in our flannel attire,

more than enough to inspire

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Following pathways, the shape of your smile,

skipping like stones on a lake

Counting the ripples in circular style,

drenching the shore in their wake

Picking up pinecones now scattered the floor,

left of an overgrown scene

Acorns and clover and toadstools galore,

woven in soft evergreen,

what could this possibly mean

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Heartbeat directions now lost to the breeze,

footsteps will know what we planned

Calming,  the moments we talk to the trees,

sycamores do understand

Midnight adventures by firefly light,

glistening,  leading the way 

Wee hour wandering as they take flight,

below a lanterned array,

stars in a shimmered display

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Find what you will in these words that I share,

tuck them away safe and sound

Breathe in the thoughts as you exhale the air,

now that there’s no one around

Kiss me tonight where the moon shadows dance,

soft on the eve of the morn

Holding me close at the edge of romance,

watching the sunrise adorn,

happy this new day is born

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© 2023 willweb


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Romantic to the bones, descriptive in all tones, majestic for the young and the grown. So many beautiful lines to quote and appreciate. You hold your love near and dear and walk the paths with song and tear. May you live, write and always from the heart give.

Posted 1 Year Ago


willweb

1 Year Ago

Thank you so very much Sami.
Sami Khalil

1 Year Ago

You are welcome Will.
Will,
Pure delight!!!! What a perfect breeze of romance! Warm, fatherly, promising!
Great riming! Amazing!


Posted 1 Year Ago


willweb

1 Year Ago

Thank you so very much. I am happy you enjoyed this one.
Hi Will, Oh how I enjoy reading romantic poetry.
Yes, love is the ring and yang..the fauna and the flora...and so on..
Really loved this poem of yours..
I hav =e been so busy recently that I just have not had time to read much... So glad I came across this treasure of yours...
Lisa, evening in Spain

Posted 1 Year Ago


willweb

1 Year Ago

Thanks so much Lisa. I am happy you found this one as well, it is one I am very proud of. I am thril.. read more
' Dressed in a shade that the sun couldn’t find ' ... wonderfully worded imagery throughout this Wordsworth like, blissfully romantic poem, a sweet surrender, coming together within the privacy of the natural surrounding fauna and flora, love, a seeded planted now set to grow, flourish with the dawn of the new day!

Inspiring!

Posted 1 Year Ago


willweb

1 Year Ago

Thanks so much Tom. I am happy you liked my little romantic escapade.
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Gee
Always know, no matter how infrequently, that my visits to read you will not disappoint. Your rhyming, rhythm are always perfect, you are a joy to read.

Posted 1 Year Ago


willweb

1 Year Ago

Wow, thanks Gee. What a nice thing to say. I appreciate your time and support.
Such a beautiful piece! I can feel the romance pouring from this. You really captured the all consuming high of loving someone. Amazing as always.

Posted 1 Year Ago


willweb

1 Year Ago

Thank you so very much for your kind and humbling words about my poem. I am thrilled you enjoyed thi.. read more
Dear Willweb,

Every verse has such wonderful thoughts to offer. A collection of breathtaking feelings of love. I especially want to compliment you on the rhyme scheme, it was lovely and enhanced the poem so much.

Posted 1 Year Ago


willweb

1 Year Ago

Thank you Divya.
Beautiful rhyming Will and words and sentiments
So romantic
I got lost in bliss in this romantic tale
Wish I could rhyme !

Posted 1 Year Ago


willweb

1 Year Ago

I am sure you could if you tried my friend. You are a very good poet. Thank you so much
Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)

1 Year Ago

Thanks but no I call myself a dittier more than poet thanks 🙏 take care
I think it means someone's in love. And maybe a little high on it too, enhanced by the fresh air. I think what I found in these words were sap flowing like syrup from the wound left by cupid's arrow that happened to miss and hit one of those trees there on the edge of romance.

Posted 1 Year Ago


willweb

1 Year Ago

Thanks my friend. Did the tree scream when hit? Just curious. I appreciate your time and comment.
William Michael Reeves

1 Year Ago

The tree screams in loving song, like the rockers of days long gone.
Somehow I do feel that perhaps You are standing at this magnificent site or having an illusion about this beautiful woman so eloquently dressed in in woven fabric... it almost seems like you wish she was there....as you so stunningly portray this lake scene with colors and textures and soft words that make me feel as If I'm there with you...so in my mind there is some sadness to this poem, in that, in reality you are alone."Now that there's no one around"... taking a deep breath and all the wonders of the universe at that moment....
exquisite Will!
Best, B

Posted 1 Year Ago


willweb

1 Year Ago

Betty, you have no idea how close you are to being correct about this poem and me. I am honored and .. read more
Betty Hermelee

1 Year Ago

You really have a knack for subtleties and beautiful words.... and you're very welcome Will.
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Hi, I am willweb. Maybe you remember me and maybe you don't. I have been writing here on and off for years. I pop in and write and read and comment and make friends and learn new things. I enjoy maki.. more..

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