It's a lonely sigh
of fragile beauty.
A single heartbeat between us,
the trace of a tender touch.
It's a gentle caress,
a passionate embrace;
breath, warm on my skin.
It's the deepest dream,
the wonder of you -
time and place unbound.
It's the part of you
that is mine alone.
The fantasy I keep,
a song in my soul.
The lovely grief
of loveliest desire.
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This is beautiful Peach. I enjoy your poetry immensely
I understand what you mean very well. It's not really fair, is it?
Aren't you sweet!
the wonder of you "
I will dream of this - thank you for this :) You all are so lucky!
peece,
dj
DJ - I'm touched that anything I've done can bring you happiness.
I don't understand how it works that way.....
"lovely grief," is a very clever phrase, you should own it. Although in this context, grief has nothing to do with desire. The poet is saying that she enjoys THAT grief. Without the lost joys of love she would not have experienced that lovely grief. This grief is probably the most cherished by any one who lost love. God, I am good.
Now you're talking WalkAwayHappy, great poem, original meaning.
Rated.
the wonder of you..."
Oh, WAH, I have that deepest dream...and he is, as you write...
"...a song in my soul."
Thank you for expressing what is also in my heart.
The lovely grief of loveliest desire."
I swear you must live in my head. WOW!