Secret Admirer

“Secret Admirer”

 

Shall I call you, using the sweetest names

My tongue will find solace,

Singing your praises

 

In your dark skin, beams of light arise

Your form my heart will always adore

In awe and pure delight

 

Like lightning bolts

 Your beauty strikes me to the heart

Like the fiery blaze of an eagle in flight

 

While my heart trembles in fear

Like a troubled storm

 

With much love in my heart.

Words can’t convey how beautiful you are

Author's Note

feel free

Reviews

[Eagkid]

It was impeccable, great mix of words tho

[Tumi]

I have refined it more better
But yet to paste it

[Amy R]

What a beautiful poem., I also find myself in situations like this with someone I know.
"Like lightning bolts
Your beauty strikes me to the heart
Like the fiery blaze of an eagle in flight" Exactly as is, how I feel. Perfection really! It burns in the back of my mind, like I know from somewhere before here.

Thanks for sharing such a wonderfully written poem
-Amy ❤

[Tumi]

Thanks for your warm review, I'm happy my poem reasons with you.

[Amy R]

You're welcome. 🌸

[Aarti Sriram]

the poet wants to shower their loved one with the sweetest, most affectionate names, seems like the person brings light into the poets life, making even the darkest moments shine , the speaker is experiencing something divine or beyond her understanding when we read "pure delight" You add elements of physical and emotional impact the poet has as an admirer while also eflect the fear of being vulnerable that comes with loving someone intensely. I felt as a reverential love depicted here.. Nice one dear @Tumi

[Snow_]

I think you meant Singing you praises. Not singing "your" praises because i think it would mean her praises. Maybe you could make it more poetic

Like:
In your dark skin, beams of light arise
A form my heart would always adore

Suggestion

My heart filled with love
No word can convey your beauty

or something

[Tumi]

thanks for the feedback, i thin the YOU and YOUR both work well, but will consider it

[Davidgeo]

Sounds like mental illness.

Which is what love actually is. A type of functional mental illness.

[Snow_]

I do not think love is an illness it is a gift.

[Davidgeo]

Ah... innocence. I remember the days. In reality though... "love" has been used to manipulate far more often than to procreate. The real "gift" might be a genetic curse of manipulative genetics. Capitalism has literally poisoned our genetics

[Davidgeo]

The lovely feathers have become the focus instead of the substance. Everyone is too busy making colorful traps for each other, eventually we might hit an ice burger titanic style!!

[Snow_]

Then it is not true love. because it is not love. Love is sharing and giving. And such words only dirty love.

[Snow_]

Well this world is ugly. Does not mean you should stop loving love. You say you knew love. Then it also means the girl who told you her first hello is beautiful now assume that love but it is true and you in love. That is the beauty of love.

[Davidgeo]

Love is making a unique connection with a specific individual over time. Love is what you find it to be. There is no such thing as "true love"... that is tv greeting card click bait bs. Real love takes a long time... people who talk about "true love" blah blah blah... probably trying to take advantage of you

[Snow_]

If you say good is doing bad. Is it really now bad? Which good now is love.

[Davidgeo]

At no point did I say "good is doing bad". What the hell are you talking about?

[Snow_]

You think love is bad. What I meant to say it is not. Let us stop arguing pllss. I will just ignore you.

[Davidgeo]

Not all mental illness is dysfunctional. When people confuse lust, idealization and obsession with the reality of long term relationships they end up emotionally damaged in the long run. It's immature highly naive to think all love is healthy and functional. But good luck with that...

[Marie]

A passionate write finely penned...

[Soren]

This poem tells of how passion for another enraptures the heart blinding the eyes to all else and leaving a painting of wonder and beauty

[Dave W.]

Truly there beauty hold a power over us, my kryptonite those green eyes....good stuff my dude.