The snow has fallen upon this soul,
the warming touch of her soft hand,
the burning hunger, mournful desire,
rekindled flame, fanned fire
Gentle feel of her soulful touch,
vision focused, enlightened silhouette,
darkened yearning, unwanted display,
sinful nature, lust you made.
Be it as it may, I've known not,
that darkened door, you walked through,
death found life, Ah revived blah,
this type of a'more, I never saw.....
Nice write, Geoff. One of my favorite of yours yet. Sincerely, William Jackson
Awesome piece, Sir G....possibly one of your finest & my favorite, thus far...smooth and crisp throughout...A Fine Penning, indeed''''''''''''''''''''''''fjr
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed the flow to this one Geoff and strangely also the insightful melancholy Love duncan X