Once I Write of Love

I don’t usually write anything personal about myself on WordPress, but I guess recording a few things about my own life is just as important as the lives of my ancestors.

Poetry has played a big part in my life, especially as I was growing up although it’s been about eight years since I last wrote anything at all. My poetry certainly isn’t the best, but they remain an important element of who I am and very often they were written during sad moments in my life. The words helped me through and life always felt much better written on paper rather then weighing heavily on my shoulders.

Once I Write Of Love

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I had a dream; it was a summer’s night in June
Asleep under a buttermilk moon.
Roses of crimson, white, yellow, red
petals scattered, draped across my bed.
candles flickered, candles shone
scared you would leave, that you would be gone.
You were there, beside me, much as you are here
I leant over, kissed you, and whispered in your ear.
I cannot say sincerely, my words just fall apart.

In a word, LOVE!
Where do I start?
I know how I feel, but how do I put it in text
Once I write of LOVE!
What do I write about next?

You smiled like you do, then faded away
Dreams do not endure forever, nothing is here to stay.
The roses in my room, became roses of fire,
Burning away my foolishness, burning away my desire.
You were gone empty was my bed,
I was alone, not warm, but rather cold instead.
I cannot say sincerely, because my words just fall apart.

In a word, LOVE!
Where do I start?
I know how I feel, but how do I put it in text
Once I write of LOVE!
What do I write about next?