She loves me, she loves me not Drifting, gone... one by one I pluck away my myriad thoughts Heart strings play, "scarlet" a song skyward loft
Are petals, a rose forever lost So gentle up into minstral wind Or a prisoner of love escaping off Thus, once, twice, thrice again
How shall I ever know…? The person which thou are? Amid this whirlwind of to and fro In continu'd passions from afar
Quell my heart from its bitter swell And allow true assurances to begin Appease the I without September in soft petals fall Turn us around come forever; springtime, with warm wayward winds
Alas, upon their return, shall doubts amend To this man of fire yearning Evermore than merely friends To accentuate wildflower, love in life and blooming
I really fell in love with this one while reading so beautiful and unique. I loved the beginning: "She loves me, she loves me not, Drifting gone one by one" Really neat and smart to start it out that way. Romantic and a joy to read filled with a lot of love.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Love inspires all. I have my wife to thank this. I started writing poetry to release the demons from.. read moreLove inspires all. I have my wife to thank this. I started writing poetry to release the demons from my mother's suicide and dad's death from cancer the following year when I was a kid. They have been dispelled and now love seems to be my more dominate theme.
10 Years Ago
Oh I'm sorry to hear that. It sounds like you have been through a lot. It's cool that you can put al.. read moreOh I'm sorry to hear that. It sounds like you have been through a lot. It's cool that you can put all that emotion and feeling into your poems. You seem like a very nice and strong person, God bless :D
I laughed at the title as it reminded me of a song. Again I like the style. Wondering about the 3rd stanza second line though and think maybe the generous poetic elastic hath endured its final stretch afore the snap, but I see that you used "are" instead of "art" to rhyme with "afar". Friends from lovers rarely succeeds. I know I cannot. Nice writing. Penny
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Yeah, It was tough call but didn't want to the route of afart to get the rhyme,lol.
Each of us have been here, once or twice, where we hope another loves us as much as we do them. Hoping it works out - sometimes it does, sometimes it isn't meant to...
I like the hopefulness in this poem. It is heartfelt, romantic, and passionate without being overdone. A solid write!
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Yeah, it worked out. She loves and puts up with me.