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Gently Lay Me Down

Now gently, oh so gently, lay me down
caress me into blessed tranquil bliss
with tenderness undress me from this gown
then bend to touch my lips with ardent kiss

I cannot bear to stay here long and so
my craving to be free, you need to tend
most gladly will I close my eyes and go
to places where your gracious hand will send

A place where I am loved is what I miss
you know the way to give me sweet relief
and so I yield to you, and ask but this
do not prolong our tryst, but make it brief

Oh Death, you've tried to win my heart before
I give it now, for I can take no more

Eileen Manassian
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Ricci Avatar
May 3, 2017 at 12:46 PM
Good Afternoon Eileen. Please allow me to let your words and entry stand for there is nothing I could add. Your words are most expressive with the emotive factor being ever present especially with the ending. Well done in its entirety.
Parmale Avatar
April 6, 2017 at 12:18 PM
Such lovely write
White Avatar
April 2, 2017 at 6:49 AM
Eileen... How beautiful. This is an outstanding sonnet. And the picture you chose for it is magnificent. But I honestly hope you are feeling better today.... HUGS
Lamoureux Avatar
April 1, 2017 at 8:10 AM
My poem Dark lover would be a good companion piece with this one. Have you posted this one before? I'm having a dejavu moment. Myself I find the conclusion upsetting because I care abou you.
Leiser Avatar
March 30, 2017 at 8:27 PM
Oh, this is SO good, Eileen! Magnificent romance with a huge twist at the end...done so expertly with your capable pen!! Loved it, 7++ :)
Manassian Avatar
March 31, 2017 at 3:20 AM
Thank you, dear Laura. I wrote this in a deep moment of pain. Sometimes death doesn't seem like such a bad thing. Hugs
Robinson Jr. Avatar
March 30, 2017 at 1:07 PM
Wow! That ending couplet was a stunner. Caught me completely by surprise, Eileen. A powerful poem no doubt. Embracing death is such a taboo subject. You addressed it w/grace and honesty. Such a stirring poem. 7+! Love and hugs, dear.
Manassian Avatar
March 31, 2017 at 3:27 AM
Thank you, Freddie. The Lord knows when our time is up. Every day we live is written in his book. Sometime we chaff and moan, thinking we know better. We need to leave it to His will....easier said than done. Hugs
Parker Avatar
March 29, 2017 at 2:38 PM
a Sonnet my favorite form, well done dear poet, really like the turn as I thought you were going in one direction and then the couplet, wow, great ending, poetry at its best
Manassian Avatar
March 31, 2017 at 3:27 AM
You are an amazing writer of sonnets, Frederic. If you think it was a good sonnet, I am well pleased. Blessings, dear.
Merryman Avatar
March 28, 2017 at 12:13 PM
Eileen, your words flow from line to line, drawing the reader in. Beautiful and sad all at once. Blessings, Kim
Manassian Avatar
March 28, 2017 at 2:00 PM
Thank you, Kim. I wrote this when I was absolutely fed up with life. May God forgive me. I don't mean to be ungrateful, but sometimes it's more than I can bear. Thank you for your visit, dear. You cheer the heart.
Gupta Avatar
March 28, 2017 at 10:05 AM
Excellent ... Superb sonnetry ... A stir in the core ...
Manassian Avatar
March 28, 2017 at 2:01 PM
Thank you, Probir. It is my favorite form to write in.
Pigeon Tart Avatar
March 28, 2017 at 1:35 AM
Beautiful and haunting, 7 xomo!
Manassian Avatar
March 28, 2017 at 2:05 PM
Thoughts of death and dying often haunt me, Maureen. I try to live with it. Thank you for the visit. Blessings.
Wolf Avatar
March 28, 2017 at 12:55 AM
A superb sonnet, Eileen! A pleasure to read you today!
Manassian Avatar
March 28, 2017 at 12:56 AM
Thank you, White Wolf.
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