You tease, where i thought you would,
Appease, my every unmeasured sense;
Waves, approaching in torrents; I stood
At the shoreline, carrying a stick of incense.
Those murmurings, a love spell,
The ocean dared chant in mantric charm;
I pluck it out of the sands, a seashell;
Trap the genie of passion, do him no harm.
Your clam surface, to smooth the command
Of wishes, yet unspoken; for before me and
At my whim, your chicane now shall be;
Oh Love, I, shall conquer thee.
April 2013
Those murmurings, a love spell, The ocean dared chant in mantric charm; I pluck it out of the sands, a seashell; Trap the genie of passion, do him no harm ..............nice writing your think and ink
The ocean dared chant in mantic charm This nicely executed line is my favorite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a good poem with a beautiful narrative story. Oh love, I, shall conquer thee, what a declaration! Well only time shall tell. A lovely poem. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.