Love is a Muse of rich treasures. It can turn a head and lasso a heart, melt the planet into Jello. It's a place where everyone should be and I still love the mystery that abounds with this emotion.
~*SKR*~
I have loved you for a lifetime
Many centuries maybe more
We have run the gamut laughing
Skipping heartbeats wanting more
Tripping into valleys
In the clover we made love
Watching heavens cinema
Clutching closely you above
Your shadow covered my eyes
From the midnight brilliant moon
In your pleasures I laid waiting
As my passions you festooned
We danced like wayward Gypsies
With brightly colored pleasures
We drenched our tears in raindrops
We challenged stormy weather
We fought the fears of terror
When separately we parted
We died to be together
Begin again what we had started
To love you is infinity
Dancing centuries away
I wear you as each freckle
Even now as yesterday.
Susan,
ahh this is excellent
"Love is a Muse of rich treasures. It can turn a head and lasso a heart, melt the planet into Jello. It's a place where everyone should be and I still love the mystery that abounds with this emotion. "
Love your words.
Peg
Susan...this is perfect beauty from you...very wonderful indeed...cheers...love nluck....BHUWAN
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on February 23, 2003
Very beautiful indeed...lovely flow...Thanks, Dani
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on February 23, 2003
Susan, this is a love poem that has everything needed for success and nothing that is not needed to lessen its impact. Everything works for you and works so well.
What a great outpouring of emotions and love. Bill
this is beautiful. i understand the sentiment behind the verses, so well.
as the man from Inchrory and i stood in St Peters at Prestbury, in that ancient stone building, laced with leaded stained glass with hallowed grounds around...i knew i had loved him forever. 'for a lifetime and beyond'
extraordinary work.
hugs
krissy
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on February 23, 2003
I am afraid of freckles, they are often times concealed by the animosity of makeup.
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Never was freckles seen better dressed.
Morchuis
ahh this is excellent
"Love is a Muse of rich treasures. It can turn a head and lasso a heart, melt the planet into Jello. It's a place where everyone should be and I still love the mystery that abounds with this emotion. "
Love your words.
Peg
Chrissie
love Tinka
What a great outpouring of emotions and love. Bill
as the man from Inchrory and i stood in St Peters at Prestbury, in that ancient stone building, laced with leaded stained glass with hallowed grounds around...i knew i had loved him forever. 'for a lifetime and beyond'
extraordinary work.
hugs
krissy
William