Victor Buhagiar Poet Quatrain

Quiet My Dreams

I dream of making love to her.
I stand tall in front of her tomb,
My heart churns up a lively stir,
I cannot help but feel the gloom.

I smell roses strewn all over.
I dream of making love to her.
I have lost all my composure.
Must all these painful dreams recur?

I stare and stare but it's a blur, 
Her loss is great as it should be.
I dream of making love to her.
Seems that I'm tied, never be free.

Whispers from trees I try to shut.
Wish she were here. How I prefer!
Useless, for all life, must end, but
I dream of making love to her.

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Lisa Ricci December 2, 2022 at 3:28 AM Hello Victor. Good Morning. This is beautiful with such emotion and feeling. Yes, it is smooth and poetic. Truly. Always is it an honor seeing your work. How is everything with you. Love and Blessings now and always. (smile)

Joanna Daniel November 28, 2022 at 12:40 AM What a brilliant, beautiful quatern, Victor, you have written it perfectly:) goes to my favs:)

Speaks Volumes November 26, 2022 at 2:40 PM Written with love, read with deep appreciation.

Deb M November 25, 2022 at 6:11 AM Oh Victor how very beautiful ! Its obvious how much you miss your wife….it makes me sad! Cuddle…..Debx

Sally Eslinger November 24, 2022 at 11:15 PM Î am very moved by this expression from your heart.Check your SoupMail. Hugs and blessings! sally

Valsa George November 24, 2022 at 9:01 PM Your longing for your missing mate is palpable in every line you have penned ! God united you two in love. Even after death you are in love with her! Let it go on.... not as an ache but as pure joy !

Evelyn Judy Buehler November 24, 2022 at 11:42 AM I love this elegantly written tale, infused with romance, grief and longing. It also has great flow and rhyming. Happy Thanksgiving, my friend. Evelyn

Andrea Dietrich November 24, 2022 at 10:47 AM wow, I LOVE this one. It is actually a special kind of quatrain known as Quatern. I love using this form. You should try it more often, victor.

Mystic Rose Rose November 24, 2022 at 9:47 AM this is so beautifully done Victor; I can feel the heart ache and the longing in every word you pen

Eve Roper November 24, 2022 at 9:21 AM Great quatrain. Love such an intense feeling of deep affection that never goes away it seems. Enjoyed reading. Blessing my friend

Joseph P. DiMino November 24, 2022 at 8:47 AM I marvel at your fearless honesty. I lost someone very dear to me once, and nearly went dead myself with grief. Would drive in my car, imaging her alive, singing the love songs we shared. She came to me in a dream, I seized hold knowing or else she would vanish upon my awakening. An angel shouted at me from a dark corner of the room: "You must let go, you must let go!" I realized that I had to, for my grief was keeping her close to the earth, preventing her blessed ascension. Mystic Rose Rose November 24, 2022 at 9:47 AM I am so deeply touched by this message Joe

Vijay Pandit November 24, 2022 at 4:41 AM Dwelling in memories of beloved. They never fade away. A heartfelt write, Victor.

Tom Cunningham November 24, 2022 at 4:02 AM Bittersweet memories Victor, being apart is so hard to cope with. Tom

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri November 24, 2022 at 3:50 AM A dreamy desirous poem missing the passionate love bonding and closeness in a fab way wow! Kudos! ^^^^^^>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<^^^^^^^^^^^^ plz also read and comment my newest poem too"

Anne-Lise Andresen November 24, 2022 at 2:53 AM - Romantic and beautiful, Victor :) - hugs

Unseeking Seeker November 24, 2022 at 12:45 AM Great Quatern. Why call it a verse? Enjoyed!