you are my love poem
secret muse of my fantasies
true axis of my desire
nymph inhabiting my dreams
where you dance on moonbeams
and scatter silver stardust
through my black hair
you are both melody and lyrics
of a sensual song composed
by creator of love’s symphony
your music drifts like a mist
through corridors of my heart
you are the lexis of love
the unwritten verses of lust
you are the poem, lady love
you are the tender words
woven together with strands
of your long silken hair
penned on bold pinnacles
of magnificent mountains
eagerly inspired, composed
in the valley of your surrender
DJA 8/19/2010
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Reviews of "You Are My Poem"
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on October 14, 2010
ah yes..a master indeed...
V
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on August 21, 2010
Sighhhhhhhhhh.....You are my poem ....words to dream on and you my sweet man are something else..Sighhhhh...Hugsss and that music takes you far away.....
Yes! This is a poem of angelic words, (spectacles in place now) eternal in time and classical in beauty ~
yes, this is something entirely new and calls a familiar sound!
Blessings,
Christine
DJ, This is love poetry at it's finest..You definitely will make the ladies swoon with this one..It makes me feel elated and full of tenderness and love..You are amazing.
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John
your words make us feel embraced and spoken to
with love's tender caress
Thank You for speaking...
Always Listening To You
Vickie
Yes! This is a poem of angelic words, (spectacles in place now) eternal in time and classical in beauty ~
yes, this is something entirely new and calls a familiar sound!
Blessings,
Christine
Peace, love and light,
Amber
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.