VirginalA Poem by Rouge EvansFor he is pure, he who makes my heart pause with every syllable he utters, untouched by any woman as I wish I was untouched by man for I will be the first one to touch, grasp, be intimate in a ways that he has never rejoiced in before
For yet again I have fallen in love and cannot get up, for he is the first thought when I awake and the last thought before I put my weary head to rest, if you can even count that, for he is present in my dreams as well, portrayed as the Romeo I've always longed for. One to be there at my window every night, one to be one with, no factor could tear me apart from him.
I feel innocent yet again, virginal, my first love relived all over yet again, for I do not care what anyone else will think about us, if there will ever be an us, even though we have spoken in vague conversations, his engmatic aura has cast a spell over my mind, body, and soul. And as the sun rises and overcasts its light on a dark shadow, he has mine, light in the darkest era.
If I could only tell him, I would turn his word upside down, inside out for the better, fulfill it with excitement, love him with a love stronger than any other woman could offer, oh, what I wouldn't give to be with someone as virginal as him. © 2016 Rouge EvansReviews
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StatsAuthorRouge EvansFLAboutI write poetry for enjoyment and reflection. I am proud of whatever good poems I have so please, no copyright infringement. Looking to meet new writers and poets, constructive critism is welcomed. .. more..Writing
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