Jim Pearl Poet Classicism

Lay of Love

O! My love, come lie on my lap;
And tell your besot stories…
Q! Frozen breeze, come tickle us;
And lilt your mellifluent songs.
 
 
We are roses in Venus’s garden;
And our souls are honeyed pollens.
We would seize every moments;
And really see it…live it and inure it.
 
 
Dear! Death may swipe our bodies;
But snarl betwixt souls are perennial.
Remember and lilt the song again;
Love is perennial but life is ephemeral.

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Beata Agustin May 2, 2025 at 5:50 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Skat A January 23, 2016 at 11:34 PM JIM, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Always with LUV **SKAT** Jim Pearl January 26, 2016 at 12:32 PM Thanks SKAT** Your works as well attracted me much. Keep in touch....