A Song of Love

by | Jun 24, 2015 | aarwen, Poetry | 6 comments

song of love poetry

Vivid dreams, seethe tenderly
A lore of love, for you and me
Blades of grass, that branch with a swing
Fluttering fireflies, their promise of spring

Drizzle of rain, rumbling thunder
Dash of snow, our blissful surrender
Fire from woods, smolder of lips
Your sultry touch, my heart that skips

Tranquil moonlight, tempestuous gale
Flickering candlelight, that hidden trail
Words and thoughts, smile and a sigh
Our steady gaze, under a clear night sky

Shower of stars, a drop of dew
This dance of love, with me and you
Grains of sand, an endless beach
Shimerring twilight, happily ever after in each

 

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6 Comments

  1. indrani robbins on June 24, 2015 at 7:52 am

    very very pretty song that. exactly like those endless things, that ever after.

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    • rhea sinha on June 24, 2015 at 10:48 pm

      Thank you Indi di. Felt like like writing something pretty. So nice to see you caught on to the feeling.

      Reply
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    Ladki Kijhy on June 28, 2015 at 12:33 am

    Ha, lovely Rhea!

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    • rhea sinha on June 29, 2015 at 1:01 am

      Thank you Kizh.. I was happy with this one.

      Reply
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    Javeria on November 6, 2015 at 6:31 pm

    very beautiful poem

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    • rhea sinha on November 7, 2015 at 1:22 am

      Thank you Javeria. Just tried to put in all the things that I thought spoke of love and beauty. Thanks for coming!

      Reply

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