Saturday, August 9, 2014

That Exquisite Touch



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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35 comments:

  1. Nice, romantic, love the line 'And all my parts will gladly sing' ~ very touching :)

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  2. Okay, do we have a focus of this beautify poetry?

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  3. You write the most beautiful romantic poetry - if it is not already - it neeeeds to be in a collection :)

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  4. Ah a beautifully romantic love song ... a great wordle!

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  5. Some love is everlasting.. I love it, and could not even see it as a wordle.

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  6. it's precious when you see the love in the others eyes reflecting your own as well... it's a wonderful journey

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  7. I 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...

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  8. Maybe 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

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  9. beautiful poem from the heart of love

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  10. beautiful ! what a treasure to have her around it must be!

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  11. I can feel the love. Lust too. But love.

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  12. Such 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.

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  13. wonderful 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.

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  14. Love sprouting from a mere grain can grow into something great!

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  15. Beautiful and romantic. This is so craftily written that I could not have guessed it is a wordle.

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  16. ah, Juliet is the Sun, the ultimate metaphor.

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  17. Wonderful! You are a romantic old egg, eh?
    :-)
    ZQ

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  18. Beautiful, as always! I agree with Pearl. You really should put these into a collection.

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  19. Very beautiful. Especially "you are the light eastward, both sun and hope rising".

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  20. Always the romantic! Well done.

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  21. You wove a lovely romantic glow into these somewhat ordinary words,

    Elizabeth

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  22. here's to love and reciprosity, have a nice Sunday

    much love...

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  23. your poem illuminates your romantic side so very sweetly. great job!

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  24. The wordle words are seamless.Very romantic. I like the picture. Holding hands can be such an intimate expression of love.

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  25. Such romance and yet withholding.

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  26. Such lovely words! Your poems are always so beautifully written. I always look forward to reading your poems ;)

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  27. Very romantic and I specially love these lines:

    From that grain, sprout love
    From this yearning
    And all my parts will gladly sing

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  28. What a beautiful romantic melody. Love it.

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