A cold day freezes
My desperate thoughts
In a lonely place.
I can hear
A sad church bell chime
In a forlorn corner
Of this miserable city.
I never want
To live long enough
To forget
Kissing your lips
Lovelier than chardonnay
Or the intoxicating
Lightheadedness
Of seeing you
In your white sweater
And being swayed
By the sensual fragrance
Of your perfume.
Sadness plays in the mind like a beautiful song. A fine poem. Kindest regards, Sandra Fowler
What's the name of this perfume, Uriah, think I'll have to get some. Again a lovely write, sad yet lovely at the same time. Love Ernestine XXX
you have mastered this romantic form Uriah! ! ! how about i give you a poetic challenge on this form? HBH
I think if your intention was seduction you did it very well :)
Life is too long for this stopover! ...........Uriah can we ask the stonemason to melt this heart? Love is a bond but we cannot let go? I love this poem very much.
oh this is beautiful beautiful beautiful I am not going to say any more Nothing more needs to be said...Pia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, now this is very romantic! To feel such passion.........how nice! As usual...Sincerely, Mary