His heart unveiled before me,
descended from fields above,
let him free me with eternal songs
and constrain me with his love.
Lilacs amidst the autumn green,
like lilies among the thorns,
let him hold me up in blossom tides
in whose haven I am reborn.
If come the dawn which want of rain,
the hours of trial and drouth,
let him kiss me now as he kissed me then–
nectared kisses of his mouth.
When moistened rivulets meander down
my cheeks onto my neck,
let him dry the tears and calm my soul
with words of sweet caress.
As cashmere skies dissolve in mist
to lower eve’s curtain from above,
let them come; I fear it not–
for I am sick with love.
Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe, Spoken Word Videos
What amazing passion and imagery! Thank you for sharing your gift ♥
You are so kind…thank you. 🙂
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Please read and listen to the amazing writer.
Amazing verbal poetry dear friend.
You’re so kind, thank you, John. 🙂
Verbal poetry is the future. I will test myself soon. You are welcome my dear friend.