A memory unburned by Mars’ sword
Its swell and fell, the tender-taken breath
Art loves of poets, of writers of old
Shall I compare thee to a Summer’s Day?
Or art thou likens to a Kingdom’s shore?
Thou art a love poem that runs and flows
Entices the heart, captures and overflows
Thy melody, resonates in the mind
Sang in hearts, resounds against the silence
Starting soft, grows loud then soft again
The soul dances like fingers playing on the keys
Lovely pictures are painted in the mind
Hypnotizes into an trance of dreams untold
Colours, pictures, things, textures
Beautifully formed, capturing the eyes
Thine words so sweet, so deep, so red
Running through the mind, out the lips into the heart
There they dance, paint and inscribe
Until the part of the heart belongs to thee forever
Paper will cease, stones and monuments will break
But thou art a love poem that can reprint itself again
As long a God exists and our hearts unify
Til death do we not part.
Copyright by Dorothy on 31 March 2011
And yet another poem for poetry class. Loving poetry class :)
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