As the passion when blazed
by the glory of the love as glazed
Gratitude when curved in the heart
yet words of beauty to crave the art
the addiction when sways like silk
the mystery of love reflexes as gleams
I simply cannot but touch you ingrained
with my shadow as invisible as intoned
where are my words to whisper you
to tell the truth of love in gratitude
the grace as mute as lightening exotic
truth as reasoned sanguine by the flex
where is my verse to welcome you
to my realms of thought by the faith
and where is my sense of ingratitude
as I promise you the depth of love
when resourced by the quest of the rain
and where is the night when so blue
to hide you in my arms of the dream
as yet to delve you from the rose within
the fathom as heartfelt the dream as doused
as I honor you in the dream of moon
to hold you in my blood as deep red
I may ramble with you in resonance
by the query of love when concealed
Top marks Dr. beautifully pennedand rich content a worthy read, have a good Christmass and an abundance of good will for the new year Chris
Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom............................great poem Dr ............................................
Beautiful imagery in this one, Dr.Kar. Your blue night paints a wonderful picture. Merry Christmas, my poet friend. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very passionate in your wording Doc. I liked this a lot, another 10 for yah! Hugs, Linda