The start was slow and unpredictable,
You attracted me with your nature and handsome face,
So soft, like my own secret loft,
High emotions, tenderness, openness,
But your soul carries a heavy load,
Like a farm gate, that needs to be tightly closed,
You make me feel like a precious stone, luscious, flaming red,
With your supreme love in bed,
So macho, you always led,
Many facets of your character emerged with surprise,
Hand in hand through this tranquil land,
Fields wet dripping with past toil,
Mountains glazed with cotton wool mist,
You have me at the top of your wishing list,
Embracing with pasts,
Filled with sorrow and pain,
In a leafy lane,
The breeze softly caressing our fragile hearts,
Within our lair,
Your care,
Is without compare.
nice romantic saga..deeply written with full suppliment of romance..you have just do a full justice with ur poem..a splendid write, , , enjoyable
Loved it! You really kept my attention... and what a beautiful story too. ~Karen
When is unlocked the Irish Heart in this way - that is Without compare
Heartfelt and touching! Well done my friend!
A beautiful train of thoughts, well articulated and nicely encapsulated into a fantastic poem. A superbly written piece. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem THE PHOENIX STRANGLER.
.....wonderful use of imagery...n metaphors....a great work as always hazel....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, a good write.