by D. L. Fitzpatrick
Friday, March 14, 2003
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When one dreams of the object of one's love, it may indeed be love.
When in the calm nocturnal depths
You dance like morning sunlight through
Your face appears like moonlight in a
While your golden voice sings in sweet
my name and words of love that storm
I embrace you and press you to my
And taste your sweets and make of love
And worship you and make this one
Let us love all through time's insistent
And by love's passionate and sacred
let not love die by lose nor any
Nor change, nor mar in the worldly
But grow 'till love's power has
made us one,
'Til all is uttered here beneath
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|Reviewed by Birdie Houston
|Encore ......Encore !!!!! Excellent poetry|
|Reviewed by A PAX
i love it!!!!!!!!!
did I say I love it???
|Reviewed by Oisín Breen
|my my it is a beautiful verse and a well written one too|
|Reviewed by T. Emilie Dybevik (Reader)
|I like the rhyme scheme and the way all of these words are put together so perfectly ... very nice, almost can feel a heart bleeding when reading this. Great great work. Teresa|
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|Very beautiful verses.
|Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
|Very, very lovely poem....I like this style *impressed indeed*...Ty, Dani|
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
You are a romantic soul. [smiles]