The Love PoemA Poem by Deborah DhueA love poem that I eventually want to write music for.Fresh peonies have no softer touch Than you, my love. Quartz has not the shine That lies in your eyes. Sweetheart, rose, darling, the one: Pet names have no way of Capturing how I feel deep down, My light in the dark, my white dove. Be the Eurydice to my Orpheus I hope my lyre would be enough. I’d go through Hell and back Just to caress your face. Winter dormancy is my heart, But spring has sprung in my soul Because you are a work of art, And you make the broken pieces of me whole. If I could, I would Paint a picture of how You burst in my mind, But not even God can imagine that. The deities all envy The bond we have formed. The universe tried to take it away But we fought the waves, the hurricane, the storm. These are just words. No language can capture The song in my soul for you. Music is my only interpreter.© 2017 Deborah DhueFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorDeborah DhueAlton, ILAboutI write poetry and prose for fun. I hope to publish some work one day. I also play piano and draw. I love art and language. more..Writing
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