by Poppy
(Cumbria, UK)

Fallen silken roses -
once full, of life’s supposes -
of how, our dreams should be.
If it so, that I could fly on wings
of silken sonnets, all discontent,
like rain, would flow into the
oceans wide and deep, that I may
no longer, perchance, to keep,
those empty spoken promises

Let from your lips never be heard
rhapsodies, of love unstirred,
spoken out loud, if devotion, be not
yours to give.
I shall not stricken from affection
unshown, or weep for lovers
still unknown –
Like nature, always on the run
as winter wrestles with the sun,
if true your love, for me, – be false
buried deep, in winter's lament
then stay.
I look only, for days, of
summer meant.

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Oct 30, 2013
by: Alyssa

This is very beautiful. Finally, something that sounds poetic and endearing and more like true love. Well done, Poppy. Please write more :)

Feb 17, 2012
by: Lesley

Wow what romantic writing.
So beautiful.

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