when he loves her
it’s as the sun waking the earth
with a warm dew-wet kiss
it’s like rain on the petals
of a fragrant but parched rose
when he cherishes her
it’s as though she’s a precious
heirloom jewel safely enclosed
in a delicately carved alabaster box
protected from unworthy eyes
when he adores her
like dark midnight clothes the moon
he wraps her in a soft cloak of black velvet
like a queen, she rises to receive
hand kisses from devotion’s lips
when he worships her
she becomes a goddess lifted high
on the pedestal built by his heart
where she rises above all things
that are less than extraordinary
when he touches her
she becomes a priceless work of art
a barefoot, wingless angel of sensuality
or a mischievous mermaid
swimming nude in a sea of lust
riding crashing waves of pleasure
when he loves her
she is more woman than he needs
or ever dreamed of having
she is his compass and his star
she is a mystical river of perfection
because he loves her
8/23/2007 La Belle Rouge
"Poetry, Love Whispers"
Music "Somewhere In Time"
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Reviewed by Becca Rose (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
Labelle, what a cool poem!! I love the way you put stuff into words. tell me what you think of my poem...my only poem so far. it is under Becca Rose and is titled Secret Love.
Becca
Oh La Belle...I can honestly say that this breathtaking poem is by far your best! I was captivated throughout, savouring the luscious imagery as it swept me away. Brilliant!
Exceptional poem...true poetry of love so deep it touches even the reader of those thoughts displayd...
truly nice work....
enjoyed...
Art Sun...
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on August 24, 2007
A rose smells a lot when it's dying, like La Traviata. Beautiful romantic poem. Victor
Reviewed by twinklewrites at her desk (Reader)
Reviewed on August 24, 2007
such a tender loving reading La Belle...superbly written...Hugs and Love, Peggy
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on August 24, 2007
Wonderful poetry La Belle..
when he touches her
she becomes a priceless work of art
a barefoot, wingless angel of sensuality
or a mischievous mermaid
swimming nude in a sea of lust
riding crashing waves of pleasure
I agree with all of the below reviews and think this is one of your finest, its soft sensuality permeats the air like Red and Scarlet did in the classic love story of the century..and this La Belle is a classic love poem. Very well done indeed... bravo
Its almost midnight, the candel in front of my old paper vacillates now and then by the air movement as I move the long feathered quill to review this poem.
The grandfather clock is tiptoeing somewhere, tick-tack-tick-tack and my glass of cherry is almost empty on this night of August 24 in the year of the Lord 1789 and in my ears still I have the music of a young fellow by the name of Beethoven.
WHEN HE LOVES HER, she should not be a jewell encased in an alabaster box, she should being a fresh rose touching is bare skin, to be smelled, kissed, caressed, never, but never a cold stone.
A few century from now maybe men will lose their heart and take a woman as a possession, or maybe are we the chivalty romantic ones.
WHEN HE LOVES HER should never become more woman than he needs.
The poem is magnificent!
Georg
she is his compass and his star
she is a mystical river of perfection
because he loves her
Simply lovely, La Belle.
Reviewed by Lewis Findley (Reader)
Reviewed on August 24, 2007
How Do I love this, Let me Count the ways. O Dear God, How Beautiful.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 24, 2007
"when he loves her
she is more woman than he needs
or ever dreamed of having
she is his compass and his star
she is a mystical river of perfection
because he loves her" . . . Beautiful sentiments and beautifully written for one side of the coin . . . Insert "he" instead of "she" and you have the other side of the coin . . . Insert "they" instead of either "she" or "he" and you have the whole coin . . .
minutes away from your posting again for some reason. I hope this is in "Cherished". This tune is from my favorite movie in 1980 and I've played it (i have the arrangement) play it some day. Great choice of words & music
Oh Sissy! I am cryin, this went straight to my heart and gave it a painful kick. I know what I want and realize that it aint happenin for me! LOVE YOU! SC
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Becca
Hugs,
Jools
Love tinka
Carole~
Tears stream down my face, this speaks to the romantic heart of mine..This is truly a beautiful poem.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Write on Sissy, Love's great poet!
Ann
This poem is a lesson to men on how to love a woman. When we learn this lesson, we also discover what it's like to be loved by a woman.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
newfie Hugs, Rose
truly nice work....
enjoyed...
Art Sun...
when he touches her
she becomes a priceless work of art
a barefoot, wingless angel of sensuality
or a mischievous mermaid
swimming nude in a sea of lust
riding crashing waves of pleasure
but the woman is a blonde.....
With love
Ron
Fee
The grandfather clock is tiptoeing somewhere, tick-tack-tick-tack and my glass of cherry is almost empty on this night of August 24 in the year of the Lord 1789 and in my ears still I have the music of a young fellow by the name of Beethoven.
WHEN HE LOVES HER, she should not be a jewell encased in an alabaster box, she should being a fresh rose touching is bare skin, to be smelled, kissed, caressed, never, but never a cold stone.
A few century from now maybe men will lose their heart and take a woman as a possession, or maybe are we the chivalty romantic ones.
WHEN HE LOVES HER should never become more woman than he needs.
The poem is magnificent!
Georg
she is a mystical river of perfection
because he loves her
Simply lovely, La Belle.
she is more woman than he needs
or ever dreamed of having
she is his compass and his star
she is a mystical river of perfection
because he loves her" . . . Beautiful sentiments and beautifully written for one side of the coin . . . Insert "he" instead of "she" and you have the other side of the coin . . . Insert "they" instead of either "she" or "he" and you have the whole coin . . .