love takes me softly into her arms
paying no attention to my fears
ignoring a heart bleeding and scarred
dreams come true for some I’m told.
tempting a soul to seek again
she whispers her sweetness
in the wanting I submit, smiling at her,
knowing love is an illusion,
yet hungered for in reality.
and to this quest I allow my folly
holding her softly in my arms
I beg forgiveness to my soul
falling deeply into her eyes
I begin again.
Gosh! I love the warmth and
Gosh! I love the warmth and softness of your words throughout this lovely poem. Sue.
Thank you for the kind words
Thank you for the kind words and the visit, it's always a pleasure seeing you here.
Wow, profound and real. I had
Wow, profound and real. I had guttural sound of acceptance it is what it is and a sigh is a very good indication of a great poem! Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Thanks for the sigh, and
Thanks for the sigh, and finding this worthy of hugs, it's always a pleasure.
"I begin again" That's epic!
"I begin again" That's epic! Standing O!
What a way to end a brilliant personification of love as fantasy. Each line tumbles with striking eloquence into the next and builds to that last, superior line. Gorgeous dreamwork.
I thank you for your generous
I thank you for your generous critique, it's much appreciated, and always a pleasure to hear from you.