Quite willing to exhale into the night
Of my yearning to love him"
beth, this poem here, no less than exquisite, as you charm the reader with full delight, the marvelous sense of timeless romance is the qaulity dreams arer made of, to be taken, you transport the reader
to another place and time, i could quote many lines in this poem as favorite, its a surrendering portrait
of beauty, like a flower blooming in the morning light of summer's invigorating warmth and spell,
you have a heart of passion that knows no limits, encaptured is the word, hypnotic rhythm in beauty
Funny how, vanila, is commonly used as a term for, bland or neutral, colorless and dispassionate, and yet it is one of the most delicate and favorite scents there are.
Quite willing to exhale into the night
Of my yearning to love him"
beth, this poem here, no less than exquisite, as you charm the reader with full delight, the marvelous sense of timeless romance is the qaulity dreams arer made of, to be taken, you transport the reader
to another place and time, i could quote many lines in this poem as favorite, its a surrendering portrait
of beauty, like a flower blooming in the morning light of summer's invigorating warmth and spell,
you have a heart of passion that knows no limits, encaptured is the word, hypnotic rhythm in beauty
Your structure and verse is quiet exquisite, I love how you round off each stanza with a new breath, a cluster of words that make your heart stop - she sighs -
Breathtaking...I too am breathless. = ) I really like your first line, "In the midnight air,a scent of his vanilla faire" because this drew me in. There is something about vanilla that is very sensual. Great work!
I'm from louisiana and love to drink,laugh and eat seafood of course....writing is a passion of mine and as always..everyday is a learning experience... more..