My Love
Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms happy as the rose in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your lovely voice and leaps like a dog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great parrot wing.
I am comforted by your sexy look that I carry into the twilight of angelbeams and hold next to my lips.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of sorrow.
As my tears falls from my eyes, it reminds me of your love.
In the quiet, I listen for the last shouting of the day.
My heated heart leaps to my head. I wait in the moonlight for your secret love so that we may live as one, heart to heart, in search of the magnificient red and mystical joy of love.
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You have an active poetic vein. Get a Poetry Book of Forms. Study them, and let Your quill dance with artistic ink.
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"My Love" is too prosaic. You must work Your poetic lines.
What counts now is that You have a great poetic artist within You. The POETENTIAL (Poet’s Potential) is there waiting to lead Your pen's works through the millennia.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU