The Breath of Love

a love poem

Some say they see love dying,

The colors of passion in battle like a sunset

Wounded, wailing and lights flickering,

Flames blown out by the mouth of darkness

As the curtains of night rise with the tide

But I?

I say that love is a sunrise,

Colors like tears falling from eyes,

Warmth like the press of your lips on my flesh

And upon loves birth, when the sunrise fades,

It has the day to enjoy until the sun sinks beneath the waters,

And its ending fades in vivid hue,

While hope hangs onto the coming morning dew. 

Reviews

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what a wonderfully vivid picture you paint, enchanting poem

[vido.]

this is breathtaking. almost surreal in most heartfelt way. great write!

[Aven]

a beautiful inspirational poem... like many of your poems this has an almost mythical feel to it...