Eileen Manassian Poet Iambic Pentameter

When You Were Mine

When you were mine the sky was deepest blue
And sunsets had a more resplendent hue
When you were mine the stars did scintillate
The wind’s caress like yours would titillate

When you were mine, the flowers were in bloom
The sovereign sun left not a trace of gloom
And mistress moon beguiled with moonlit beams
Our passion bathed our soul in gushing streams

When you were mine each night was magic filled
Sweet love we’d make until our souls were thrilled
Fulfillment brought with it our grateful tears
A testament to love that cast out fears

When you were mine, embodiment of love
You were my hope of heaven up above
I never knew such bliss could truly be
But now I’m lost, for you are not with me

Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Justin Bordner July 29, 2014 at 1:47 AM The marvelous sentiment so uniquely expressed in this poem is fresh in my soul for I have recently experienced such renewed belief in love possible for me, a love that I can build and share. The ending of this poem is heavy with quiet tears, I know this too Eileen. " Our passion bathed our souls in gushing streams..." this love remains in your poetry at least. J.A.B. Eileen Manassian July 29, 2014 at 2:03 AM I'm so happy for you, Justin. You deserve to be happy with the one you love and with someone who is able to give you all that you need and desire. Bless you. Hope all goes well with you. You will be writing passionate poems about this soon, I believe. Will be waiting to read.

Tim Smith July 28, 2014 at 5:47 PM Everything feels better when you are in love. Simply divine...hugs Tim Eileen Manassian July 29, 2014 at 2:01 AM Tim...so sweet this post is. Thanks every so much for your comment. I've read your latest...Going there to post a comment soon. Hugs

J. R. Corbin July 28, 2014 at 10:14 AM Hi Eileen, I really enjoy what you have done here. It reads like lyrics, and is very well done. Thanks for posting. Jim Eileen Manassian July 28, 2014 at 10:26 AM Thanks ever so much, JR. I had someone edit it....I might post an edited version soon! Roy Jerden has a contest going on iambic pentameter...and he tweaked it some. This is my version...Thanks for the visit.

Richard Lamoureux July 28, 2014 at 10:01 AM This is a gorgeous piece. I am curious why the second line of the last stanza has a different sylable count than all the rest? Eileen Manassian July 28, 2014 at 10:18 AM BLESS YOU FOR RESCUING ME AGAIN! My Guardian Poet! Hugs

Casarah Nance July 28, 2014 at 7:23 AM aww, such beauty in your words, the missing you is the worse part after such pleasure, I could feel that deeply. Eileen Manassian July 28, 2014 at 7:47 AM Thanks, sweetie! Glad you could stop by. Memories are treasure, though, aren't they? Hugs!