Je t’aime mon ami
Contributed by
Euphoria
on
Wednesday, 29th January 2003 @ 01:15:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Profundity, intensity of expression,
Manifests itself in many a forms,
Divine is the extraction,
Of feelings forlorn,
It is like birth and genesis of a restive soul,
Debuting as a reflection,
Across the magic waters of destiny,
But
When the heart of a poet dies,
There are no cries, no sorrow,
Only silence.
And the raiment, a lost silhouette
Is set adrift on these very magic waters.
I too was once a poet…dead,
Until,
In the early hours of twilight,
As the bells of aurora tinkled,
Some one called out my name,
Fragments of a shattered soul,
Came together,
From yonder shores,
Danced like star dust,
Into a spiral form,
And a vagabond
Searching for peace in vain.
Was born as a poet,
Yet again.
Watched in awe as the light broke,
And the sun spoke,
To the mighty waters,
Wonder filled my eyes,
As life passed me by,
I sang the song of existence,
The merry tunes of vivacity
And I let each moment sink in,
Still searching for the one,
Who had beckoned me.
Time brought me to your doorstep,
I watched you as you slept,
The moonlight grazing your face,
I touched your lips,
Sat by your side,
You slowly opened your eyes,
Were a little petrified,
For the lessons of love,
Were new and testing,
But you came through,
And in our moments of resting,
You held me,
Assured me of who I really was,
And as you spoke I looked at you,
I could not look away,
My fears could not sway,
What really was.
You, my peasant,
My secret caller,
My soul mate,
Were, are and shall remain,
Love.
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Euphoria
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2003-01-29 01:15:00]
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