I try to write little romantic poetry, because it's so often boring. It's all you ever hear anymore. If somone writes poetry, it seems, it's about love. And love's all well and good, but it's boring to hear the same subject over and over. However, even I weaken to temptation sometimes (lol), so here's some of my romantic poetry.
Oh yeah- the pic for the background is "Pensee et Temis" by Clef. I guess I really should have permission from the artist for use of his work, but since you can't right click anyway, I didn't bother. lol
Unrequited Love He is like a strong and supple willow tree With hair as black as a raven’s wing And eyes as blue as an October sky. Each word like a snowflake, but each sound a wound- He is beautiful, beautiful, but he will never be mine. I steal forbidden glances at him, And he does not return my love. Unrequited love! How bitter and sweet, How painful and wonderful. How sharply I know that I will never feel his embrace, Though I long for his touch. A dagger in my side it is, That I realize this! I will never lean my head against his shoulder. I want to take care of him, Heal all his wounds, But his eyes will never return The love I long to give to him. My Love is More Beautiful More precious than gold coins Shining in the sun, More beautiful than a seagull On wing over the ocean. More unique than a snowflake Falling form Heaven, More wise than the bats Who fly by night. More independent than a lighthouse Standing on a cliff, More generous than a fruit tree Bearing sun-sweetened jewels. And altogether more wondrous than the wide, star-filled sky, Than the northern lights, Than the forest at sunset, Than a flock of starlings On the Autumn Olives In the cool October breezes. Beautiful, beautiful, my love is to me, Always, forever my love will be Beautiful, beautiful, noble and sweet, Love’s hair smells like hickory leaves, And is soft, soft, softer than down, It runs through my fingers like diamond moonbeams.
