He who hath plundered me beyond compare hast no poetry left to share,but in its place my smiling face for all that he hath satisfyeth, and looks at me with eyes of glee for what pleasure my treasure returneth to him,his slightest whim,did I fullfil and made of him a slave until our dying day, sayeth he, for ne'er dids't he feel such thrill real or unreal that took him to heights unknown to our sights,as I held him tight within, while in flight we did spin, to nocturnal places in maddening paces, as orgiastic melodies became our favorite memories,while sayeth we in unison no one dare go where we hath been
This poem has the feel of those written by the masters of yore, Eileen. It is a language I have never mastered, at least not to my own satisfaction. Great job on this captivating piece.
Jill
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on August 6, 2007
A new style, a new love, a new adventure. Wonder where you've been, since no one dares go there ;) Lovely and excellent in execution. Victor
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I agree sugar chum - its worthless going back over trampled ground. Great point! Blessings ...
Richard
Lovely and romantic!
Enjoyed!
Pat
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love and peace, Carole~
Jill
Love & Light always and in all ways,
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Leo
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
A True Keeper
As beautiful as it will ever get
Love & Peace
William
Blessings,
Joyce B>
Thou taketh mine breath away. Blessings Always, Paul.
Allen
Love,
Susan
With love....
Ron