The days grow short, the nights grow long
The crimson leaves turn brown and die
She lures him with her siren's song
His heart embraces every sigh
In pictures of her angel face
Full, crimson lips curl in a smile
His fingers touch her soft, white lace
Across each empty, aching mile
No time to waste when love can't wait
The autumn breeze grows cool at night
Cruel frost the red rose soon will take
Cold Winter waits at dawn's first light
Tenderly she calls his name
His words of love dispell her chill
Their wild desire they'll never tame
Their need for more they'll never fill
In autumn lace she waits for him
Wrapped in sheer moonlight from above
Autumn won't come again for them
there'll be no other winter love
No time to waste when love can't wait
The autumn breeze grows cool at night
Cruel frost the red rose soon will take
Cold Winter waits at dawn's first light
Utterly beautiful, with a tinge of melancholy and urgency...so certain of 'no more'...
Love the graphic, too...beautiful, as well
Gina
Reviewed by swift silver (Reader)
Reviewed on October 14, 2007
I Loved it the imagery perfect It is a gentle sensous provocative piece of work. A temptress in every rewarding sense of the word. The art work a complement to your verse. Thank you
In my eyes...the Winter merely precedes the Spring. Winter does not bring and end but sometimes a start to the cycle of life as with the rose dormant in the shadows of winter to bloom in the dawn of Spring. Always beautiful.
Amor
Cruel frost the red rose soon will take
Cold Winter waits at dawn's first light
Beautiful! You know La Belle, this echoes the plight of mortals, all fated so so soon to wither after a brief noon of radiant youth. This was epitomised by Mervyn Peak in Ghormenghast when he narrated the accelerated aging of the dwellers beyond the walls of the castle.
Belle,
Breathtaking, and the song Europa, (Gato) how can you not feel your passion. Go to him, cling to him, love him, fulfill all your fantasies with him, don't ever regret and say out of your mouth, "I wish I had..."
You are such a passionate soul, you deserve to be happy!
Peace, Love, and Light,
Sylvia Masters, a hot fifty-two year old widow and CEO of her husbands company is challenged by her own instincts, family and friends when the Lieutenant investigating the murder of her ex-fiancee ask her to dinner. After a tumultuous beginning, the
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Love the graphic, too...beautiful, as well
Gina
So very true, and quite a captivating piece, La Belle.
Warmly,
Sage
Amor
Cold Winter waits at dawn's first light
Beautiful! You know La Belle, this echoes the plight of mortals, all fated so so soon to wither after a brief noon of radiant youth. This was epitomised by Mervyn Peak in Ghormenghast when he narrated the accelerated aging of the dwellers beyond the walls of the castle.
Superb flowing verse.
Much love and many blessings,
Keith
Walt
Georg
Carole~
Indeed, live in the moment.
Kathy
Breathtaking, and the song Europa, (Gato) how can you not feel your passion. Go to him, cling to him, love him, fulfill all your fantasies with him, don't ever regret and say out of your mouth, "I wish I had..."
You are such a passionate soul, you deserve to be happy!
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D