Starry-Eyed and Moonlit Glow (poem) by Amber V Moonstone on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Ed J.

Reviewed on April 6, 2009

Your authors note says exactly what you express in this writing. Almost reads like a song, very well done! I can relate to this poem.

Stay well and keep writing

Ed

Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse

Reviewed on March 19, 2009

I would never wish to feel such a thing
obsessions are destructive measures out of control
Love is not like that, lust clearly is though
May Hearts Always Know The Difference
Much Love & Inspirations
Vickie

Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)

Reviewed on March 15, 2009

We have the person we are with, the one we should love and be passionate with forever. But we allow deep familiarity to erase the old mystery and with it goes the urgent passion. Onto our stage walks a new person, a new mystery, and a new (forbidden) passion ignites to emblazon life. Why? The new mystery will evaporate, too, so there is no future of value in this relational path. Yet, time after time, that is what we humans do, like hummingbirds, flitting among the blossoms of passion.

Ted

Reviewed by 000 000 (Reader)

Reviewed on March 9, 2009

Written in the beauty of the language only you have.
Ouch!!!...been there, done that!

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on March 8, 2009

Outstanding is right..I sure have missed you and your wonderful writing beautiful lady..please have a wonderful and safe evening...Hugssss,much love too you...

Reviewed by Gene Williamson

Reviewed on March 8, 2009

I suppose we usually have nothing to say about whom we love.
It just happens, and when it does--what a joy that it can be
celebrated in the spirit of your "starry-eyed" words. -gene.

Reviewed by Leland Waldrip

Reviewed on March 8, 2009

Hormones will do or be damned, sometimes "and" be damned. Excellent work, Amber.
Best regards,
Leland

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on March 8, 2009

Another great write Amber
Outstanding verses and imagery
Love & peace be with you

William

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on March 8, 2009

It is like Ed said, forbidden fruit always seems to be sweeter, until you try it...splendid write, Amber

Carole~

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on March 8, 2009

You and I kind of on the same page, Amber, wrote about "Busy Bee"s who pollinate all sorts of blossoms with their lies, just to get what they want. You expressed it better than I did. :) Well done, Amber.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on March 8, 2009

Forbidden Fruit - something many have tried through the Ages.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on March 8, 2009

Don't we all have burned our fingers...and yet, we don't hold us away from the flames!

Georg

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on March 8, 2009

So true..a pull that cannot be put in words...this is exquisite Amber,,,,the photo is breathtaking.
Love, Christine

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on March 8, 2009

I agree with you and this poem puts it into such perfect perspective, we may be able to control our actions, what we say, and even what is expected of us but...
we cannot control or tell our heart who to love for there are no shut off or on buttons when it comes to love.

Fee