Below is the poem entitled A Fruitful Flight - part 2 of Surreal Love - which was written by poet
Breidenthal. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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David William Breidenthal
Is that enough
proof to show you that you’re beautiful inside and out?
How can I show you that I’m captivated by my love towards you?
How can I prove to you that you’re a great deal?
How can I wipe away your tears – twinkling blue?
How can I express how lovely you look? – It’s true
I’m being serious and straightforward definitely –
our love is pure and so much more…
our love will endure forevermore…
our love is real and it’s a splendid deal…
our love is unreal…our love is made of steel…
Our Love is oh so surreal
You melt my anguish away…
Our love can heal a broken heart
You nurture me in the month of May
You throw away winter’s dismay
Our Love burns on…and its warmth shrouds us with love
Our love takes wing…like a divine, elegant dove
Adoring fruitful flight –
What a sight…what a delight
Put to death the heartless night
And fight the good fight
As my mother would say
every now and then
she always turned the night to day
But, she’s not here with me again
Why would she not visit me in the month of May?
Didn't she promise that she would give me a call today?
Our love’s a sturdy, majestic ship,
Revealing its glory and producing fellowship
Our love sprouts with everlasting grace and ecstasy
A zealous grace that won’t sink down to the bottomless sea
Put a ring on your finger and soak in my mournful, ravishing rain
Love me in a flattering, relishing way
I place a vase of ferns and daisies on your window pane
I send you my love as I begin my journey today
I pray to God that the dawn will blossom
In the month of May,
Pushing away the doubtful, dismal clouds…
making me feel numb
Making me drink in regret and disarray…