My heart's innate passion sick eyes tonight
Transcend distances in space
Seek you out in the fragrance-ripe orchard
Loving, you grow in my craze
The tiny wings of your nascent dreams
Flapping seek me out in haste
Let me have, my Dove, your feather touch feels
On my aching shoulder blades
11 02 2009
A passionate and touching work of art, a superb poem of love... Best regards! *10*! ! Friend Thad
Your comment lines form a good poem, Cathy...i liked the transcending sentiments and the fragrance inside these lines...thanks a lot
If thy heart transcends distances, And revolves around in space, Take thee my arms… my love. In chimera we’ll tilt the farm; Where white doves dwell In the grape orchard Or in the valley of strawberry fields Let earth witness us The smiles within us The divinity we have Amity of a child ----------- CT Heart
VERY POETIC IMAGERY HAS BEEN CREATED HERE, BRILLIANT KESAV IT DESERVES 10
One of my earlier poems here. Yes. Romantic imagery. Thanks a lot Soran for your nice words
The tiny wings of your nascent dreams, I hear now, reach me out in haste
‘…The tiny wings of your nascent dreams, /I hear now… Brilliance [Unusual mental ability]…you’ve Sir…what is audiophonic becomes visual…and visuals become audiophonoc… [As here]… Yeah its poets have the wings imaginable and unimaginable and their beyond…to fly in fathomless canvas… 10+ [from heart] Ms. Nivedita UK
Let me have, my Dove, your feather touch Rachel Ann Butler
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderfully expressed romantic lines...crafted with inner pen...truly reflects your passionate feelings...Liked every bit of it.