Do come and read this exquisite depiction of the best -ART!
As we lay naked,
You outline my body,
Your fingertips tracing,
What you call perfection.
As we close our eyes,
Your touch paints me
As a seamless drawing
You name, flawless.
a.l.c
Do come and read this exquisite depiction of the best -ART!
As we lay naked,
You outline my body,
Your fingertips tracing,
What you call perfection.
As we close our eyes,
Your touch paints me
As a seamless drawing
You name, flawless.
a.l.c
Come and enjoy Nicole’s love poem of yearning and remembrance – SUNFLOWERS
What kind of portrait of you does your work paint??? Great Quote!
Come read the awesome wonderings in – I NEVER TOLD YOU
You never knew that your smile was the sunlight in my world. I would listen to your breathing while watching your chest rise and fall. A miracle before my eyes. To be entrusted with your life, a creature so small and helpless, was terrifying. Perfection, delivered into my hands. Who was I to shape your future? How could I possibly do the right thing, say the right thing? Just living day to day was enough of a battle. Not worthy. Not enough. Not me.
My wish, more than anything, is that you can look back on your life and smile.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
Come and enjoy the romantic words and feelings in Sona’s Love Poem!!
Come read the beautiful love poem – FIRST LOVE
IT WAS A ROMANCE DESTINED FOR LOVELINESS,
BROKEN WORDS A DISTANT MEMORY,
I STILL REMEMBER,
I REMEMBER THE ROUGHNESS OF YOUR HANDS, AS YOU CARESSED MY FACE,
THE TWINKLE IN YOUR EYES AS YOU SAW ME, AND KISSED MY WANTING LIPS,
THE ONENESS OF OUR BODIES MAKING LOVE,
YOUR LAUGH WAS MUSIC TO MY EARS,
OUR DECLARATION OF FOREVER LOVE,
WE WERE HAPPY, WERE WE NOT?
WE WERE YOUNG, AND YOUTH CHANGES,
YOUNG LOVE SEES NO FLAWS,
YOUNG LOVE HAS A LIFE OF ITS OWN,
UNTIL IT DOESN’T.
YOU WERE MY FIRST SWEET LOVE,
AN ENTREE, TO ADD TO MY FRESCO.
YOU MOVED ON AND MOVED AWAY,
I STRUGGLED THROUGH EACH LONELY DAY.
TIMES A HEALER, I LOVED AGAIN,
DARLING YOU WILL ALWAYS LEAVE A SPARK
UPON MY WELL LOVED BURNING HEART.
FIONA
By Charles Robert Lindholm
She had a shy tongue
before she met him
she was young, but not a child
unaware of lust and loving Continue reading