'Tis a fine Lady..,
I was connected too
Her words of poetry
Cut me right through
'Tis the Lady I chance
Cross a very thin line
Her sway of romance
melts my frozen heart..
Somehow, someway I am drawn to verse
It pulls me closer
absorbing my very soul
consuming my very being
Strangers...
though her words taught my mind
with an unspeakable desire..
for her golden hand I wish to hold
She is the ink
I long to be the paper
Oh write your words of passion
Upon my needing heart........
A fine Lady full of passion
Fulfilling the needs of my want
Ink meets paper, my world a fire
She..the Lady...Fills my desire..
Such Princess of passionate dream
Golden hand upon my cheek
such sweet gentle touch
Makes my soul so speak.....
I think it's wonderful, Geoff. your romantic roma feel is uplifting. YAY! hope youre back to stay awhile. Sus
Sure sounds like you've been inspired! ! Very nice write! Hugs, Dee
Sir Geoff...I DO BELIEVE YOU ARE A POET OF MERIT, MY GOOD FRIEND IN TRUE....THIS IS FINE CRAFTSMANSHIP ON DISPLAY & I AM MOST GLAD TO SEE YOU BACK ON THE ''HUNT'' ! KUDOS, GOOD SIR, FOR A JOB WELL DONE & HOPEFULLY MANY MORE TO COME'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FRANK/fjr
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic read! Pulled into the beauty of flames consumed by her heat!