The StareA Poem by LisasviewMy first French Quatern Had fun doing this. You will see that the first line, in the first verse is repeated in the second line of the 3rd verse and so on. Eight syllables per line.The STARE From 'cross the room I felt his stare; with this, I tried so not to blush. Twink'ling green eyes beyond compare, soft whispers filled the room with hush. Music began, the crowd got thick. From 'cross the room I felt his stare. Then, midnight's hour began to tick ... at times like this, I dare not share.
A wink, a toss of long black hair; he lifted me close and kissed me! From 'cross the room I felt his stare … laid me 'neath the secluded tree. Loving ~ sharing hearts open wide, feeling safe within his sweet care. Finding feelings I could not hide … from 'cross the room I "felt" his stare. © 2024 LisasviewFeatured Review
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12 Reviews Added on February 28, 2023 Last Updated on September 9, 2024 AuthorLisasviewBenitachell, Alicante, SpainAboutI have been writing poetry and short stories since I was 10..so 64 years! I have never connected with any groups but recently thought why not.. So here I ..looking at where this adventure leads me. more..Writing
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