Moonlight sonata (poem) by Lily of Lough Neagh a.k.a C. Dennis-Woosley on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on May 14, 2014

You have me "stumped" as to what you might meant by "doyen heart" and, as you know, I am not fond of archaic English (language in general). However, this is a fine romantic offering. Thank you for sharing it, Carol. Love and best wishes to you,

xo Regis

Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)

Reviewed on September 22, 2012

Yes, Carol, love always finds me...when I was not looking for it!
Another top ten hit!

Deborah

Reviewed by Ed J.

Reviewed on August 23, 2012

SO much love in this. Once fallen, truly fallen one may never again love wholey as only that one has spawned. I have twice written of of just such words spoken in dreams to one who sleeps. Beautiful poem.

Stay well and keep writing
Eddy

Reviewed by Vivian Dawson

Reviewed on August 22, 2012

Such Love evermore be blessed
*Carolee* as You must be!!!!

Lady Vivian

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Reviewed on August 22, 2012

Lily ~
Glimmers of the heart romantic in poise of love.
Beautifully penned Lady Lily.

Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on August 22, 2012

Great advice about falling in love and the wonderful result so beautifully expressed in your last stanza.

Earlier, I started writing my poem this week, entitled, Moonlight Serenade. I wonder If our muses crossed when I dreamt the idea last night.

Ron

Reviewed by Christine Alwin

Reviewed on August 22, 2012

There is so much comfort in your words, "To feel nights wind about our souls" love this line, could actually feel that wind~ Beautiful poem~

Reviewed by S Bergerac (Reader)

Reviewed on August 22, 2012

My dear dear Lady Lily, what a beautiful piece with a song in my ear and the love in your heart to this fortunate fellow. Again you write beautiful notes of love.

I bow and tip my hat to you

Cyrano

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on August 22, 2012

Falling in love amongst the stars - no better place to do so on the entire planet.

Reviewed by Gert van Weenen (Reader)

Reviewed on August 21, 2012

The Moonlight Sonata is a masterpiece by Ludwig van Beethoven, composed in 1801 and dedicated to Countess Giulietta Guicciardi.
You composed a new masterpiece with the same name Moonlight Sonata.
A masterpiece full of beautiful love and deep romance, dedicated to the one you love.
Your heart overflows with love and beauty

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Carolee

Reviewed by Amber Moonstone

Reviewed on August 21, 2012

Beautiful words melodically written with a true understanding what it is to love.
Much peace love and light
Amber

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on August 21, 2012

It's like I can sing your words to the melody, "Moonlight Sonata"....this had me drifting away!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Diane Miller (Reader)

Reviewed on August 21, 2012

Your words adorn what would be true love, filled with untold emotion which unveils in every line. What a beautiful heart you have Lily

Di

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

Reviewed on August 21, 2012

a very beautiful romantic write with the full trueness of love written into it" So hold me now in tender thought/not lustful eye please oh do naught"
budd

Reviewed by Gail Delaney (Reader)

Reviewed on August 21, 2012

What a beautiful poem! To have someone whisper beautiful words of love in your ear while you slumber, that would be a dream come true. What a wonderful love to have.

Gail

Reviewed by Mark Huntsman (Reader)

Reviewed on August 21, 2012

Beautiful Lilly, you know how to write it and I wonder if the person you love knows how to feel it. I like what Jerry said- Like new the air of early morn - For this my love you be reborn. True love is beautiful Lilly and I think you know what it is.

Mark

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Reviewed on August 21, 2012

Just can't get into romance, but whatever others see in it, you do it quite well...e

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Reviewed on August 21, 2012

Beautifully composed, and why am I not surprised? Your cadence and structure in this beauty is like reading the masters' poetical love poems. Superbly ended with these immortal words, "Like new the air of early morn / For this my love you be reborn."