The enchanting twilight is here
My heart signals its mate
I await your loving touch dear
Don't let my fire abate
The lovely sounds of Debussy
Reverie fills the air
Romantic dreams of ecstasy
In which you do appear
You speak to me with velvet tongue
My senses rush apace
Your lips choose paths to play among
Exquisite their embrace
When we're entwined in symmetry
Heaven is close at hand
Somewhere there must be poetry
To rhyme with love so grand
A fine tuned instrument are you
Always in right tempo
Your every touch is tried and true
For a perfect crescendo
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Susan
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love and peace, Carole~
Be safe,
Karen
Beautifully worded
I always enjoy reading your poetry.
Really like the last two stanza's
Doug
"A fine tuned instrument are you
Always in right tempo
Your every touch is tried and true
For a perfect crescendo"
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Just right, Eileen.
R~
Love,
annie
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Walt
Christine
To rhyme with love so grand
A grand poem, indeed!
Quite a perfect scenario you've orchestrated here. So nice when everything comes together just so. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
Sweet passion you do transcend;
Wonderful writing from your heart,
Keep up the great work my friend.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D