Whilst I walk ere within thee
amongst buds of love this night
cupid and thee holy fires embers
love kindling swiftly swept wings
Thou art my love fair amongst fair
doting chaste love bestowed
loosened shadows which were
now mortal unto thy love
Fear not for all becometh immortal
amongst our mortal being
Betwix two become one of light
Thee ripening breath my breath
A cup filled and held by mine love
Dipped with cupid's arrow and mercy
For naught to be the keeper of our love
for so potent is our elixir
For what the heavens enraptured
So singeth the pleasure unto many
For naught are we of cupid
But the creation thereof
Carolee Dennis-Woosley
January 20, 2013
xo Regis
Love,
Deborah
Lovely the rose 'n' petals whisper sweet love.
Beautifully penned with Quill and Fushia ink.
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
you have *Lily* to express
such endearing love..
Lady Vivian
Mark
budd
Gail
I bow and tip my hat to you
Cyrano
Stay well and keep writing
Eddy
If no one ever says it, I will say it.
What else can I say with such a deep romantic poem.
What a beauty
You are such a romanticist Carol
Di
"For naught are we of cupid
But the creation thereof"
Yes, indeed . . .