The Brief Love

The silent beckon to me,
By her soul,
The might of her eye.

I drifted far to sea,
The light color of blue,
Was all that I could see,
In the sky
And in the sea,
Oh this beauty,
I adoreth thee.

Up in Heaven,
Were her eyes,
One the Sun,
One the Moon.

Her heavenly breath,
The whispering wind,
Her soft voice,
The song of a wild bird.

Her time not mine,
Her love not there,
And she walks away,
But for brief moments I gazed in her eye,
For brief moments I saw the Gates of Heaven,
Heard the angel's trumpets,
And would feel in the night,
Through brief embrace,
Her gentleness.

Well, surely we've all felt this for our mothers..

At some point in time.

a reply to: breakingbs
Um, our mothers? I'm thinking of my friend's sister here and a very small infatuation that makes no darn sense.

a reply to: ksiezyc

Nice one s/f

a reply to: Quantum12
Thank you

a reply to: ksiezyc

What ever comes from your heart is amazing!

a reply to: breakingbs
As long as you liked it. Oh and the blue is her dress that she wore that afternoon/evening/night. Yeah it was a long day spent there.

a reply to: Quantum12
Thank you very much. I love writing about um, her despite just a tiny, intsy bitsy infatuation.

a reply to: ksiezyc

Any story or peom from another person is amazing!

a reply to: Quantum12
That is true. Sharing our lives and emotions.

a reply to: ksiezyc

Sorry, just giving you a hard time. Pretty decent poem though

a reply to: breakingbs
I should try writing a real good one, but if I do I have to wonder what I plan on doing with it. Nothing probably. It is ever so small. The infatuation.

a reply to: ksiezyc

Lol.