Poetic Bliss

Look deep into my eyes 
and take me by the hand
I will guide you to a place
and show you secrets hid within
Let the mist consume you 
as you swim beneath the fall
For it flows from my soul
where you have heard my whisper call
Feel the breeze upon your face
as each breath I breathe for you
See the teardrops upon the rose
that fade like morning dew
Close your eyes and taste the kiss
that has awaited you so long
And open your ears to melody
as there is magic in the song
Feel my touch upon your skin
and the softness of this kiss
It's now time to take a trip
into sweet poetic bliss
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Sings Avatar
February 22, 2010 at 10:56 AM
One word...Awesome!!!
Montgomery Avatar
January 16, 2009 at 9:13 AM
WOW.....
Mason Avatar
December 2, 2008 at 3:59 PM
Beautiful flowing write here, Alana!! But my goodness where have you been ... LOL ... haven't posted since September but I know you've been commenting ... smile ... thanks for all your support!! Hope you and yours enjoy the holidays!
Anos Avatar
September 28, 2008 at 9:44 PM
Ahwwwwwwww.... So true! Poetic bliss indeed. I couldn't describe it better!
Suzadail Jr. Avatar
September 28, 2008 at 5:11 PM
Now you did it! I have to take more blood pressure meds and turn the thermostat down. Now cut that out. Great write. Vince
Mckenzie Avatar
September 28, 2008 at 4:26 PM
Alana Wow what a great flow and story in this write soft and slow and deliberate . Wonderfully done! Laura :)
Jordan Avatar
September 28, 2008 at 12:08 PM
The rhyme and flow of this poem are excellent and the message is just full of love - A beautifully written poem - God Bless
Bolton Avatar
September 28, 2008 at 8:32 AM
Nicely done . . . You seduce the reader, quite literally,, in the sense that you have the illusion of a sweet, physical meeting . . . But I got the message that, as your last line suggested, no "said," that this was a clever way of asking the reader to read on . . . If I am wrong, don't tell me . . . LOL . . .
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