Antecedents
How sweet it
would have been,
the nectar’s of my divine,
the room of my
reminiscence
full of solemnized.
I adore thee,
chaste in my thoughts,
never ending,
never ceasing my
sanguineus.
Banquets dining a
thirsting appetite,
for wine,
vitalizing the limits.
My thoughts infatuation
of your presence,
is the room,
a leap of my restrains
follow by your visage.
And in solid grounds
I still deluge myself,
it is never too divine,
never too allure the glance
of our antecedents.
Copyright © Elenushka Toledo | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment