Strange how love works, one moment we feel alone and unworthy of that "special type" of love. Before we know it, someone strikes us in some way and we become filled with him or her. Our day focuses around when we will see them or speak to them next. If we have yet to touch them, we dream of how the day would play out.
You have, I am certain, touched a particular place in each of us - reliving memorable moments and swallowing back tears that flow in.
This is a beautiful tribute to that special someone you love... I appreciate you bringing that fondness once again to my spirit and sweeping me away in the intoxicating fragrance of your words.
Great job,
Legacy
(Consider, if you would, placing this one in Poetic Infusion Society's, "Love" contest, if you have not yet entered.)
I love the visual you have created, emotion expanding and retreating, reaching out like an arrow, waxing and waning. I am riding on the tide of your obsession.. all in a moment.
I really enjoy the last three lines of this. It really helps to evoke different senses and even mix them around like for example instead of "the sight of blue" use "the taste of blue". Everyone knows what blue looks like so hearing the word will already spark the image but if you throw in the word, "taste" or "smell" you've affected two or more senses and thereby creating a deeper tone and more well-rounded piece.
Strange how love works, one moment we feel alone and unworthy of that "special type" of love. Before we know it, someone strikes us in some way and we become filled with him or her. Our day focuses around when we will see them or speak to them next. If we have yet to touch them, we dream of how the day would play out.
You have, I am certain, touched a particular place in each of us - reliving memorable moments and swallowing back tears that flow in.
This is a beautiful tribute to that special someone you love... I appreciate you bringing that fondness once again to my spirit and sweeping me away in the intoxicating fragrance of your words.
Great job,
Legacy
(Consider, if you would, placing this one in Poetic Infusion Society's, "Love" contest, if you have not yet entered.)
I'm 23 years old. I love to read. Poe, Keats, Wordsworth, Eliot, Austen, Bronte, Chopin etc. as well as a lot of modern literature. Science fiction is somewhat of a guilty please of mine but I enjoy a.. more..