A Picture of Love

Loosely linked stylistically, with my "A Picture Of Beauty"; and "The Portrait" poems (on this site).

I remember the bliss,

Of your first kiss,

That warm tongue,

And tender lips

 

That refined shape,

And of late,

Your face reminds me,

Of a portrait

 

Which I held,

In my hands,

When you travelled,

To distant lands

 

Away from me,

But your thoughts were near,

And my intentions were crystal clear

 

A rose for you,

I longed to spare,

To rest gently,

In your black hair

 

I think you know,

What could follow,

Timeless love,

Or endless sorrow.

 

Author's Note

I look forward to your comments, and reviews. And, I welcome "read requests" on this site.

Reviews

[Surrealstorm]

I think this is very beautiful. it's melodic as some of the other reviewers stated. It flows so sweetly and then you end it by saying that it could end with
"timeless love
or endless sorrow"
causing it to be almost bittersweet because the reader realizes that it could end in sorrow...excellent write as always!

[Twilight]

Thanks, ms. Surreal..!

[LacyBug]

Beautiful! I loved it! I could feel every word that you have wrote! I would so read this again! Thank you for sharing!

Lacy c(:

[Twilight]

And, thanks for your comments!

[Julienne Norris]

Beautiful, I felt every word to the core of my being. Twilight this is wonderfully written and that last stanza says it all. Love can either be an endless gift or a lifetime of pain.

[Twilight]

Indeed, indeed. Thankyou!

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

The beauty that is your soul leaps from your words straight to my heart. The last stanza is a brilliant summation: "timeless love or endless sorrow." Whatever the case, it's never ending.

Lovely! Keep shining!

[Twilight]

Such is love in writing! Thanks for the praise.