A Thousand Poems of Love

A prisoner of your glances
Your beauty I must inhale
My mind sketches your silhouette
Each morning without fail

 

My lungs are filled with only your name
For it's a prisoner of my lips
Your smile is looked at cautiously
Like the glow of a solar eclipse

 

Your eyes are like the ocean's blue
Your whisper, a summer's breeze
Your voice is like a sinner's prayer
That brings me to my knees

 

You're the keeper, of a thousand dreams
A legend, in the hearts of men
Your love will be my first and last
My beginning and my end

 

The poets of old, have written your name
In a thousand poems of love
For whenever they speak of beauty
It's you, they're speaking of

Reviews

[Dean]

Nice little piece---I think your title is somewhat pretentious...but you tie it together nicely in the end. I think you have talent. Keep gracing our pages, here.