You are like the mountain of ice
And am I the summer?
Thawing you from your stony guise
The water now trickling in the river
Is it the end of your long winter?
In anticipation, I quiver
Little by little
Inch by inch
You let me come in
Still a long journey ahead
For the river to join the ocean
We shall softly tread
Just enjoy the motion
Of the long ride
I just implore
To not to close yourself
We shall explore
The land of the elves
Laugh with me
Run with me
Dance with me
Explore with me
And
We shall run away with the key
To happiness
Slices of romance & the chimerical....Well crafted work, T.O., as always... FJR
You describe, perfectly and memorably, a feeling I know, or knew. This is a piece that hit the spot. t x
And it's a great longing for melting loves really praiseworthy Tranquil.
You are the writer, bright! And, I am the talent-tied! You compose without fear; and I composed to get the sneer! With your warmth, you thawed Yet, I am stony and I flawed! You quiver with my concern; I am winter but see how I burn! You are the writer, bright! And, I am the talent-tied! I am happy you still compose in style!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow.....you seace to amaze me with such passionate writes that bring to the forfront an innate need, and yet the every importance of nuturing such need.... very well done..................