Beware, my Love
Of the thunder
That we will encounter
When we touch
Beware, my love
Of the Rain
The outpourings of the pain
For the lost time
Beware, my love
Of the lightning
The resurrection that it will bring
Of our dormant desires
Beware, my Love
Of the flood
The mingling of our blood
When our skins dissolve
Beware, my Love
Of the reverbration
The resounding celebration
Of Our eternal Embrace
Love the intensity of this poem TO, the way you compare the power of love to the forces of nature. Stunning. Justine
This one's very skillful in rhyme and meter, as well as in thematic development and substance. I suspect you didn't start writing yesterday! I may be too fastidious, but I don't get the 'beware' in the very last stanza. (though you may have reasons, and I should perhaps realize them. Because we all fear the lack of conflict and limitation?)
Oooooohhhhhh! There's electricity in these (perfectly expressed) words.... t x
Beautifully expressed piece TO. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this, a clever write and excellently thought out. Applause! ! ! ! ! ! Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
Lots of depth to this work, T.O.>>>TIGHT, CRISP STRYCTURING HAS BEEN A COMMONPLACE FOR YOUR ARTISTRY & THIS PIECE IS OF NO EXCEPTION! sOLID wORK, MY DEAR... fRANK
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful reminder of the awsome power, which demands respect but can bring such rewards. Thanks for this. Danny