God, or nature if you will, in designed plan
gave Love to ensure continuity of man.
[ Love Discovered ]
Espied loveliness with nimbus head of hair,
swain close yet remote from she reposing there.
[ Reverie ]
In dazzling fantasies and their afterglows,
musings grow poetic, supplanting thoughts in prose.
......
Her beauty crept through her bones and oozed through her pores.
As she spoke gold dripped from her tongue and fire spit from her lips
The Panther in the shadows walked with grace and certainty
Hungry for attention, affection, and a spark to ignite her life she pawed down every compliment thrown at her
She satisfied to be unsatisfied. To simply exist in the darkness where there was very little to hurt her and even less to make her happy
......
Daily I would think of her only always,
Whenever she was not seen,
That would create a hell for me,
I would brood over and worry,
My mind would be out of joy,
When she was seen one day,
My peace would be restored,
She would fill my dreams,
In my dreams, I would wander,
Without seeing her anywhere,
......
The poet in me has been stirred to write in poetry
the great feelings of ecstasy when my lovely Muse I see.
Such idealised womanhood portrayed as a goddess,
dressed as only a woman could and festooned in loveliness.
Draped in grace and grandeur, with beauty everlasting,
her charming shape and splendour, all Muses surpassing.
He stood there in the presence of such divinity
seduced by the very essence of her femininity.
......
What have I done?
The heart opens, the mind wanders,
I fret I will be shown once more the fool.
No matter, enjoy the moment, tomorrow there may be pain.
¿Qué he hecho?
El corazón se abre, la mente divaga,
Me preocupa que se me muestre una vez más al tonto.
No importa, disfruta el momento, mañana puede haber dolor.
God, or nature if you will, in designed plan
gave Love to ensure continuity of man.
[ Love Discovered ]
Espied loveliness with nimbus head of hair,
swain close yet remote from she reposing there.
[ Reverie ]
In dazzling fantasies and their afterglows,
musings grow poetic, supplanting thoughts in prose.
......
You might just be my ADHD of the month,
But my mind keeps running to you, replaying the gentleness of your touch.
It might just be my deprivation of love,
But with every chance, my heart is quick to lend its trust.
I no longer lust, nor do I desire the unjust,
But when you fill my head and steal my breath, I must deny my flesh just to convince myself that your presence is enough.
......
Daily I would think of her only always,
Whenever she was not seen,
That would create a hell for me,
I would brood over and worry,
My mind would be out of joy,
When she was seen one day,
My peace would be restored,
She would fill my dreams,
In my dreams, I would wander,
Without seeing her anywhere,
......
The poet in me has been stirred to write in poetry
the great feelings of ecstasy when my lovely Muse I see.
Such idealised womanhood portrayed as a goddess,
dressed as only a woman could and festooned in loveliness.
Draped in grace and grandeur, with beauty everlasting,
her charming shape and splendour, all Muses surpassing.
He stood there in the presence of such divinity
seduced by the very essence of her femininity.
......
What have I done?
The heart opens, the mind wanders,
I fret I will be shown once more the fool.
No matter, enjoy the moment, tomorrow there may be pain.
¿Qué he hecho?
El corazón se abre, la mente divaga,
Me preocupa que se me muestre una vez más al tonto.
No importa, disfruta el momento, mañana puede haber dolor.