Thou lips a whisper in the wind,
Soft and quiet, unlike a bise.
Jewels of starry night skies twinned,
The injustice to thine eyes.
Moon lite face, pure beauty like no other kind,
Thy's aspect holds dark and light which I apprise.
'She walks in beauty' Lord Byron would say,
I say beauty walks behind her,
To jealous envy falls prey.
I know of no other beauty as her,
For no matter what words you convey,
They do not portray justice to her.
The depths of greens and blues,
Of oceans abroad,
Are thee's eyes a muse,
Flowing with turmoil and peace they are awed.
Tongue of grief and joy it enthuse.
Oh how it is unflawed.
Thy stole a thousand rays of sun,
And keeps them near,
In a smile they are spun.
Oh that smile is water clear!
What a smile had begun.
Radiates joy and sad fear.
You maiden,
I pursue with great zeal.
A mistress laden,
With pure of innocence, your heart will she steal.
Any life she will lighten.
So I come with a love that is real.
And try I shall,
To win thine heart,
In hopes she finds me worthy to name her my gal.
To be chosen for eternity to never be apart,
Be mine not as a pal,
But as the one and only person who will, into my heart of chaos, with good impart.
CITEȘTI
Book One: My Heart is Your Poem
PoezieThis is Book One. It is dedicated to a girl that I had a really big crush on. She re-inspired me to write poetry again. And i will forever be grateful to her for that. I consider these poems to be raw emotion refined into words, but this is the pure...
