The Dark Lady

In light of moon, I gaze into your eyes,
Those precious gems darker than sable night
Reflecting stars that clad amongst the skies
When holding you, my one only delight.
How apt I long the tresses of your hair,
Those raven locks with contrast brightly shine,
To glide upon my skin with tender care
As your lips lock in perfect sync with mine.
I dare say locked I wish my lips to stay
And forever take joy in this sweet kiss.
Alas, I fear that night must turn to day
And once again, I'm left without your bliss.
I wait for night's embrace. My fever burns
'Till once again, in my arms you return.

 

Reviews

[realmwriter]

Desire for what one cannot have is not quite as great as the desire for what one has tasted only once. Am I correct in asumeing that this person was yours at one point. I believe so. To long for her now is a wound of deepest despair.

Very good write...!

[TJ]

Your writing seems to all have amazing flow Pluto a in glad you choose to do rhyming format poems because they just display that skill even more.
I love the metaphor here, how you wrote about night as if it were a woman. Some of long for nightfall. For some of, only under the shadow of darkness to we feel accepting