it all went far too quickly when
we started our romance
we headed for the Broadway stage
before we learned to dance
naturally, we shared the fear
of being on a limb
and scared to stay while loath to part
we felt our feelings dim
ah me, well, now we're seperate
and will be for awhile
and then we'll try again, for love
remember its sweet smile
but this time well go slow and ask
before we go to bed
if we might try some artful grace
and dance awhile instead
-Hidden
Friend sent me that....pretty amazing what you can find when people write with their hearts. I LOVE this kind of stuff....
we started our romance
we headed for the Broadway stage
before we learned to dance
naturally, we shared the fear
of being on a limb
and scared to stay while loath to part
we felt our feelings dim
ah me, well, now we're seperate
and will be for awhile
and then we'll try again, for love
remember its sweet smile
but this time well go slow and ask
before we go to bed
if we might try some artful grace
and dance awhile instead
-Hidden
Friend sent me that....pretty amazing what you can find when people write with their hearts. I LOVE this kind of stuff....
posted by Riggz at
1:03 AM
1 Comments:
Sonnet #2
>What is this thing called "love"? Divulge to me!
>The word itself portends the sweetest thought
>Of purity and dreams that come to be,
>Yet oft in shards is holy union wrought.
>To tenderly caress and palm and lip
>Without eternal proof to merit act.
>These baseless things my appetite do rip.
>How wonder at the war that breaks this pact?
>Love's not the superficial gall so named.
>Its definition 'motions* far outlives.
>In words its whole can never be contained.
>Known by the life incessantly it gives,
>Pure love's not fleeting word, emotion, pact;
>It is a living way, a life, an act.
*Shakespearean contracted form of "emotions."
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