by Scarlett Rogue
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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This poem sounds a lot darker than it actually is. It's a love poem, for my girl.
The Sirens are calling to me,
My weakness for beauty pulls me in.
Let their voices swim
around my deep imagination.
Don't resist the call
of desperation, of beginnings.
This will be the last time
I give my heart to someone else,
so far gone am I in love,
so kept in the clutches of another
that I cannot escape.
for, why would I desire?
She who has pulled me in
with nothing more than a look,
My siren of sight breathes life at last.
Her gentle eyes cure my nightmares
and lift the feeling of loss.
Why would I detest the chance
to be swallowed by her love,
to bask in her everlasting patience
and constant trust?
Why would I not wish
to give her all I have to give,
to mend my shards of broken heart
and hand the whole to her,
as she has done for me?
Why should I not desire to save her,
as she has already saved me?
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|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Lovely writing yes welcome to our den...Hugsss|
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|It doesn't read or sound dark to me,
Scarlett, it reads open and passionate
and a fine soul comes through.
Welcome to AD.
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|This is gorgeous and heartfelt!