Poetry of my Desire

I was inspired by my love to write this piece of poetry. I hope it meets with your approval.

To write that epic,

to make the words flow to this paper,

is the muse of my life.

 

For the ink that flows to this paper,

is the lifeblood from my veins,

the beating of my heart,

and a touch from my soul.

 

The desire comes from her,

the drive for perfection,

the zest for life belongs to her.

 

How else could I describe,

the love in my heart,

and my love of her.

 

The passion of our affair,

drive me forward to create that perfect piece,

and to spare no time for the rest of my meaningless life.

 

So I write at the speed of thought,

and my fingers rushing across the page,

to complete this work of compassion,

before it is too late.

 

I strive to create a work of ultimate pleasure,

and joy for all to read,

as my life force winds down,

and it gradually slows to a crawl.

 

But yet I continue,

for my goal is not yet reached,

and I continue writing onward,

and my work is not complete.

 

I stumble on in my work,

to create this humble script,

and to present it to the world,

and hope it meets my worth.

 

My vision is growing dim,

As I slow approach the end,

on this momentous task,

and create this at last.

 

Finally,

I draw my last breath,

and finally end my desperate task,

with a these few words,

I ask,

is this the end.

 

My life force is at an end,

but my task is not yet done,

for I have one more statement to make,

I love you more than heaven’s sake.

 

Reviews

[maria ( rose)]

For the ink that flows to this paper,
is the lifeblood from my veins,
the beating of my heart,
and a touch from my soul..

You have a way with words, very impressed. Great Job on this poem.-
-maria

[Donald]

Thank you for your kind words.

[maria ( rose)]

your very welcome :)