I find it difficult to not drink in
all that is you with my eyes.
I covet you altogether,
selfishly, absolutely,
and I have no intention
of sharing you with anyone.
I would much prefer instead
to steal you away
to savor you for myself.
You are like the magnificent sun,
while I am like a shock of wheat
turned golden and bending
toward your incandescent radiance.
There is so much
I cannot explain.
I only know thoughts of you
hold captive my imagination,
and I find it difficult to not drink in
all of you with my eyes.
this is a terrific poem william. it's imagery is amazing! i wish i could write like this.
the madness of love is pretty overwhelming...i want to drink to that too.pretty awsome stuff u got here william.
Sir, I liked ur poem.....the imagery expressed. I think u would like a similar poem 'WE WILL MEET' by me......try it.
Beautiful and poignantly familiar. Well written. I enjoyed it.
A highly romantic piece of your manliness here William, a passion I feel sure, most women would want a man to feel for them....Men are so possessive when it comes to the woman of their desires. You express it well. Smiling at you, Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'You are like the magnificent sun, while I am like a shock of wheat turned golden and bending toward your incandescent radiance.' - that is a unique and perfectly selected simile. I find this an adorable, genuine piece. t x