I saw a spiderweb laced with dew,
So intricately was it designed,
Like the love you've woven through my life,
Capturing my heart and my mind,
But yours was a gentle view of love,
Its worth and its beauty refined
I've felt the ocean touching my face
As the sun slipped into the sea,
And then you touched my yearning heart
With words of love sung tenderly;
But nothing calms my quivering lips
When I feel your hands touching me
I've tasted your kiss in the shadows
On the pathway to my starlit dreams,
Like a chariot flying past the moon,
Through my senses, the memory streams;
In each kiss I have tasted love.....
Flavored with stars and moonbeams
On my pillow your essence lingers,
Still delivering a gentle thrill,
As I inhale the wondrous vapor,
My senses struggle with my will,
The scent of you refreshes me,
Like splashing in a mountain rill
I've heard the night wind's mournful wail,
And listened to the ocean's roar,
A lullaby sung to a newborn babe
Sweetly touched me to the core,
But when you tell me I'm your love...
Nothing rouses my senses more!
Oh My! I've got to go wipe sweat off, this poem, this master's piece left me quite aloft!
I've tasted your kiss in the shadows On the pathway to my starlit dreams your ink holds all the shades and hues of love, amazing!
Oh, and what if the words of your poem were were literally true Lora, common everyday experiences? What would be the next level? What words would poets use then to describe their feelings. Might not poems then just become a glint in the eye of the loved one, the muscle memory of a smile, a cry of exuberance, a shadow's flicker on a garden wall? Might not we sometimes enjoy the poetry God writes as when we first see entire universes come into existence and disappear like umbrellas responding to invisible rain or streetlights flooding streets with light every night on every street corner of heaven? Can't you almost taste it, isn't there a part of you that knows these dreams have substance, are part of OUR future! ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But when you tell me I'm your love... Nothing rouses my senses more! lovely.... like your poem!