Do You Believe?
Karma cloaked in mysterious
Edwardian fashion, hiding
face amid shame under a hat
of dead roses? But sensing
your karma lives for revival
~I offer Me~
So fair is your skin inviting,
please come out of your corner ~
You look wanting of desire to be
in someone's arms
Has a lover forsaken you
to forever walk alone...please
take my hand for a path anew
picking fresh crimson roses
equaling sensual ruby lips
Vibrating karma of sight, sound
and smell fill my senses...let me
take you away for a life even
beyond the Victorian
From bended knee, I will be your
everything, forever the rays of
sunshine for your soul, exuding
romance of dreamy moon
for your heart ~ I offer Me~
Believe our chance encounter
meant to be!
(c) Do You Believe? 23July2011
Vivian L. Dawson
Joy L. Hale
Meant To Be...
TRASK...
Blessings,
Christine
a true prayer without the heaviness
of overt preaching. This is impressive writing.
John
I really love this intimate and elegant poem.
Blessings,
Christine