You

You

A Poem by typicallyunsure

Its only you beautiful.

Filling my mind day after day

and my dreams night after night

Being admired by my wide watchful eyes

and touched by my soft satin hands.

Its only you who can give me this 

feeling, like falling and flying

and screaming and laughing

all in one moment.

© 2011 typicallyunsure


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typicallyunsure,

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.)


Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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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.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Amazing.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love it good job!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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.

Posted 13 Years Ago


typicallyunsure,

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.)


Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

The tittle has such a broad, poetic definition and I think that you definitely lived up to it with this piece.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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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..

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