Pressed Between The Pages~

 

 

I wrapped his whispers
within strands of my tresses

that he may speak to my heart

each time the wind chimes
playing our song
to steal my heart away once more.

Awakening to each sunrise
with the scent of his love,
still lingering on my pillow

as I open a book of sonnets
the petals of one red rose

~pressed between the pages~

to mark a memory
of a certain Summer day.





♥♥




~

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Markymark]

I love this....but It seems to stop suddenly. I'd like another stanza....it's too good to stop.

MM

[Wondering Mind]

Very elegently penned.
"I wrapped his whispers-within strands of my tresses" How tenderly expressed. Beautiful.

[kollaboratyve]

This could be an ode or a sonnet. It has the potential to be either. You do love well. The strong sensory perception is definite and convincing. Good write, and I like your touch and your word arrangement.