There is no limit
to my love
My eyes have long
bent your way
For oh so many a
year
So are you my
Juliet?
Or like Ophelia
in water drowned?
Maiden still, yet
untouched, unloved
For I am no Romeo
Nor Hamlet yet
No, that is not
the case
For with me you
are the light
Eastward, both
sun and hope rising
Just look my way my precious
And straight as
an arrow
In flight I will
come
And thus to lovers lane
for us
So then the sight
of you,
The sound of your
voice
And that
exquisite touch will
From that grain,
sprout love
From this
yearning
And all my parts
will gladly sing
With utmost joy I
pray
As you place your
hand in mine
I'll see this love in your
eyes too
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Nice, romantic, love the line 'And all my parts will gladly sing' ~ very touching :)
ReplyDeleteOkay, do we have a focus of this beautify poetry?
ReplyDeleteSweetly put, as always.
ReplyDeleteYou write the most beautiful romantic poetry - if it is not already - it neeeeds to be in a collection :)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully wordled.
ReplyDeleteAh a beautifully romantic love song ... a great wordle!
ReplyDeleteSome love is everlasting.. I love it, and could not even see it as a wordle.
ReplyDeleteit's precious when you see the love in the others eyes reflecting your own as well... it's a wonderful journey
ReplyDeleteI agree with Claudia. That feeling of finally knowing someone mirrors your unending love. And it's visible in their eyes... such a safe place to be...
ReplyDeletea beautiful love song...
ReplyDeletevery lovely! if only...
ReplyDeleteMaybe the magic of love is just that because it can't be touched...i think you have your romantic mojo back...i like that lane
ReplyDeletebeautiful poem from the heart of love
ReplyDeletebeautiful ! what a treasure to have her around it must be!
ReplyDeleteI can feel the love. Lust too. But love.
ReplyDeleteSuch beautiful love is expressed here. Fortunate is the one who is the recipient & what special love for two to share! Your poem makes my heart sing.
ReplyDeletewonderful little love poem...bent only to her...hopefully the comparison to romeo and juliet ends at the ardor of the love...not the end....smiles.
ReplyDeleteLove sprouting from a mere grain can grow into something great!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and romantic. This is so craftily written that I could not have guessed it is a wordle.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful testimony of love.
ReplyDeleteah, Juliet is the Sun, the ultimate metaphor.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! You are a romantic old egg, eh?
ReplyDelete:-)
ZQ
Beautiful, as always! I agree with Pearl. You really should put these into a collection.
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful. Especially "you are the light eastward, both sun and hope rising".
ReplyDeleteAlways the romantic! Well done.
ReplyDeleteYou wove a lovely romantic glow into these somewhat ordinary words,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
here's to love and reciprosity, have a nice Sunday
ReplyDeletemuch love...
your poem illuminates your romantic side so very sweetly. great job!
ReplyDeleteThe wordle words are seamless.Very romantic. I like the picture. Holding hands can be such an intimate expression of love.
ReplyDeleteSo terribly romantic.
ReplyDeleteSuch romance and yet withholding.
ReplyDeletegorgeous.
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely words! Your poems are always so beautifully written. I always look forward to reading your poems ;)
ReplyDeleteVery romantic and I specially love these lines:
ReplyDeleteFrom that grain, sprout love
From this yearning
And all my parts will gladly sing
What a beautiful romantic melody. Love it.
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