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Prelude To Your Love


Prelude To Your Love To feel your love upon my wanting skin, Most delicate touch, just once, I crave; To have your breath, warm, against my chin, Awaken me from this forgotten grave. In hope, I wait beneath this night’s illuminated sky, With the moon our only light and silent witness; Your whispers will break my every lethargic sigh, Before enchantment envelops me with that first kiss. You’ve intoxicated me with your cryptic words, Now inebriate me with your mysterious scent; Submerge me in dance until dawn’s call of birds, Or stay for a day in gloriousness spent. Bathe me in the fountain of your sweltering passion, Just one night, I ask, of indulgent obsession. 14th February 2017 Sonnet without syllable restrictions

Copyright © Nicola Byrne | Year Posted 2017


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In This Sky of Night

I look at shining stars in cobalt sky with just one wish to make on only one of billions of them in this Galaxy where we're just one small planet with a sun! And as I gaze, my mind is taking flight: Beyond the moon and through the milky way, we’re holding hands and soaring through a night of fantasy on beautiful display! We fly past Jupiter’s four rings of dust, then far away to Pluto. Yes, we dare! We circle back. How cold Mars is. We must warm up near Venus. Is Love’s goddess there? It matters not; my heart is ruled by YOU, and in this sky of night, dreams can come true! May 7, 2017 for Shadow Hamilton's The Night Sky Sonnets Only Contest A sonnet using the following required words: Shin(e)ing, Moon, Star/s, Planet, Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Pluto and the Milky Way

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

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MIDNIGHT ROMANCE

We first met at the Obsidian Bar, on a night that I will never forget. She’s dressed to the nines; like a movie star in charcoal satin and sable georgette. I catch the scent of ashes of roses, as wisps of smoke drift from bright crimson lips. Like a Vogue model, she sits and poses, a tall glass of absinthe she gently sips. With cerulean eyes, which shine so bright, ivory skin like a porcelain doll. She caught my eye; it is love at first sight her captivating beauty does enthral. She’s on her own, so I ask her to dance, New Year bells ring, heralding our romance Midnight Romance Contest Sponsored by Dale Gregory Cozart 10 syllables per line checked with how many syllables words to be used: obsidian, charcoal, sable, absinthe, cerulean, ashes of roses, porcelain, ivory, smoke, crimson 10-14-17

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017


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I Think of You

You’re sleeping soundly, but I’m left on fire
Engulfed by flames of burning hot desire
I yearn for you, and in my heart’s an ache
For I must wait till sun kissed, you awake

I think of you, so full of every grace
You’re angel bearings show upon your face
The strength of virile man is in your stance
It makes the heart in me just want to dance

To know that you are mine is sweetest treat
 It makes me want each day anew to greet
The joy of losing self there in your eyes
Gives me the wings I need to take to skies

You give me strength; you give me love that’s true
My world is epic all because of you

For Gautami Phookan’s Contest- I think of You 
February 17, 2015

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Calling Cupid

Atmospheres afire with devotional dynamic desire
I call scarlet jasmine crimson vermillion and ruby red
We are caught in a crossfire as we perkily perspire
And cupid carries our hearts to our betrothed bed

Angels dancing on choreographic clouds entrancing
Rainbows reunite over melodious meadows green
Our love advancing with rhythmic rivers romancing
Celestial counting on the midnight’s stardust cuisine

Two sensuous souls entwine and carousingly combine
Our ebullient hearts of eternity lost in orchestral oblivion
We shall everlastingly dine with roses and wedded wine
And our love will softly sail across the majestic meridian

For we have caressingly called on cupid for a love divine
In ambient adoring skies that the harmonic heavens align.




July.25.2017
Best romantic write May-July 2017 
Sponsored by: John Hamilton 

Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2017

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Midnight Romance

Midnight Romance

Dusk falls quickly on cerulean skies
Day morphs from ash of roses to sable
Our love's vision flashes before my eyes
Midnight romance, like an ancient fable

Charcoal sketches meander in my mind
While jasmine-absinthe incense is burning
it's smoke, evokes passions clearly defined
porcelain skin blushes with love's yearning

Obsidian-ebony eyes that gleam
pleading to quench needy soulful desire
beckoning me to unite in the dream
willingly, I rush to put out the fire

My mind's eye sees quivering crimson lips
As love drips from ivory fingertips




October 18,2017

90 words 140 syllables as counted on 
howmanysyllables.com





Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2017

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Knowing She Sees How Deeply She Is Missed

Knowing She Sees How Deeply She Is Missed
(Tribute To That Greatest Of Love, A Mother's)


Blue-cold morns rising to light a fire
mother, cooked on wood stove truly ancient.
She out of sweetest of love's truest desire
provided nourishing food so patient.

Not asking praise for her unselfish deeds
washing dirty clothes in an old wash-pan.
By love's examples she planted new seeds
windy-flames of reliance such did fan.

Now time, with its many decades have flown
beloved mom, passed on to her reward.
We, her thriving huge brood, are now all grown,
feel her love and know why she worked so hard.

Knowing she sees how deeply she is missed
we thank her, each beloved face she kissed.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-11-2017
SONNET, (Tribute to our mother and to mothers everywhere, THAT SACRIFICE WITH THE DEEPEST OF UNSELFISH LOVE FOR THEIR CHILDREN)

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I started this poem back in May, 2017. I finished the last two verses this morn. 
Hesitant to post because I feel it is not worthy enough but alas (!), I also know with my meager writing talent , I can do no better.
Thus, with my wife's prodding, I post and pray it is deem worthy as a tribute by all that read and love ever so dearly their own wonderful and loving mothers! 



Beauty That Rivals The Red Rose

He the gardener she the rose
She was only flower he chose
Days he gave her his very best
Under moonlight glow they both rest.

With great care he keeps her from harm
Always enamored by her charm
Whenever she mentions her thirst
Sate her needs, he is always first.

At dawn's first calling she wakes up
Her petals with his hands he cups
With true love, admiring her grace
This dark world together they face.

His life for her beauty so fair.
Together, love's beauty they share.

Robert J. Lindley, 8-10-2017 

Cyhydedd Fer Sonnet,
8 syllable lines
.. a. a. b. b. . . c. c. d. d. . . e. e. f. f. . . g. g

Syllables Per Line: 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8
Total # Syllables: 112
Total # Words: 	88

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Your Look of Precious Love

Whilst I gaze so warmly in your eyes my dearest, 
I see deeply your pure angelic soul of love 
Reflecting like a radiant flight of a dove, 
Charting its flight on so high emotions purest!	
Our spirits ascend high in the sky so clearest
To the very boundaries of Heaven my love,
Where the power of brightness is God’s best above. 
Your look of precious love is always mine dearest!

When we kiss so passionately our lips so melt,
As we caress warmly emotions are so felt!
Why we do this darling defines our love so dear,  
As counts the worth of angels’ blessings to be here!
How we love each other so matters on God’s Earth,
Your look of so precious love exceeds all gold’s worth! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 05, 2014 
(Petrarchan Sonnet poetic format in Iambic Hexameter)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014

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The Tides of Our Passion

The Tides of Our Passion

The tides of our passion cry out my love, 
As we seek to define who we are now.
To live this special life gives us that how,
And when and why we must seek God above!
Our souls blend one perfect constant of love, 
As we prize God’s cosmic eternal vow.
Our passion defines our life and us now;
Our love basks in Heaven’s own light above!

Our passion’s rapture is love replete,
With brilliant emotions forever bright,
As we kiss softly under God’s moonlight!
Love’s magical force makes our life complete,
As we seek happiness here on God’s Earth, 
Knowing love shall transcend our mortal birth!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
July 28, 2015 (Petrarchan Sonnet)

Author’s Notes:
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Octave: abbaabba | Sestet: cddcee

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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The Snowflake

Young love is pure - like snow when fallen new -
and always I’ll recall one wondrous day!
Through dawn, soft powder fell; clouds lingered grey
until mid-morning. Splendid sun shone through
the gloom, and sky turned periwinkle blue!
Excited, we ran laughing, out to play
in snow, which all around us brightly lay.
But never did I guess what would ensue. . .

You chased me, until breathless, we both dropped
onto a blanket of sheer white, and then
a snowflake touched my mouth. Your fingertips
began to trace its shape, until you stopped. . .
Your gaze became intense, and that is when
you bent to kiss the snowflake from my lips.














Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your Beautiful Heart Doth Beat

Your beautiful heart doth beat with rapture,
And the sweet of your kiss doth now swoon me.
We caress now and my soul you capture;
My love no place other I wish to be!

When we embrace my love in joy and fun,
Our hot passions spark an alchemic fire.
Our spirits soar high now becoming one,
Affirming love only God can inspire!

Your heart beats a brilliant tempo of love,
That enchants our eternal souls replete.
It’s God’s gift to us from Heaven above,
And His divine love is true and complete!

To God now I pray your love forever;
I declare my love leaving you never!    
 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
November 14, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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We Walked The Night Sands, Moon Shining Down

We Walked The Night Sands, Moon Shining Down

Walking the white sands by the windy sea
Lost in my deep thoughts of love, you and me
Nights in private, locked in long held embrace
In hearts glow, our most cherished hidden place

I walked flowing hills, where we once danced
Waded flowering meadows, where we romanced
Sun and blue sky both reminded me of you
If only, once again blessed, we could do

We journeyed into Nature and love's bliss
O' how that time, I now so sorely miss
We lost our way, coming storm tore us apart
I could not forgive, when you broke my heart

We walked the night sands, moon shining down
I still see you, in your white flowing gown

R.J. Lindley
June 11th, 1975

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Lovers' Feast:

Passions burn in the depth of night, Lovers yearning to be entwined, Against the wind these birds own flight, A trail hidden it's hard to find. Emotions soar high out of sight, As love explodes in hearts so warm, They hold each other close and tight, Embraced they lay in loving form. This is how love can be for most, Ever daunting to say the least, But when it's found it's grandiose, So succulent thy lovers' feast. In their arms lie and be adored, And feel the fires as they once roared. (Eight syllables per line)

Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2016

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A Venetian Honeymoon


A gondola floats o’er romantic tides
as you and I caress Venetian skies
laced deftly in exalted stars applied 
by brushes dipped in hues of lover’s eyes.      

A kiss beneath Rialto Bridge in spring
feels like our first so many years ago.
On every breeze, O Sole Mio sings
a serenade in city lights aglow.

This hope of love rekindled miles from home,
could be our chance to dream and reminisce.
Enlightened by a full moon’s wink, we’d roam
down Grand Canal in gleaming nights of bliss.      

Our renaissance, a second honeymoon -
to Venice, we could not escape too soon.  


Written 3/3/17 for Where I Want to Go Contest

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2017

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Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine

Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine
(by Michael P Clarke and Robert J. Lindley)

Oh How Bright Your Eyes Did Shine that morning,
I held you so close and the world was mine,
we shared our love as the day was dawning,
I drank from your goblet, our love divine.

Sunlit echoes played to our beating hearts,
precious, very precious our love-held Time.
We had it all and all that bliss imparts,
our days and nights joyous, dreams so sublime.

Our song it was sung our hearts love displayed,
love was our journey a heaven divine,
now in our hearts memories we replay,
Love in our summer that ever did shine.

May forever, dawns wake us together.
In true depths of love, bid us fair weather.

Michael P Clarke and Robert J. Lindley collaboration.


Truly was an honor and great pleasure to collaborate with my very talented friend, Micheal P. Clark on this sonnet..
Such inspiring verses Michael presented for me to write to .. 
Any time my friend...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

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Dear Juliet

Dear Juliet is on her balcony - awash in moonlight. Do you see her there? Her form - how graceful, and her face - how fair! She is a pearl which night stole from the sea and placed beneath the stars to spellbind me! Behold the luster of her auburn hair. The sun has set, bright red, and yet I’d swear it lingers in her long locks so fiery! How fortunate am I in that the Fates have given me the love of Juliet, for she’s a gem while I am but a stone. And see how patiently this goddess waits. She has her pick of any suitor. . . yet she’s chosen me and waits for me alone!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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My Juliet

Thou art to me the fairest crimson rose,
A tender bloom with dawn's first colour gilt;
Yet ev'ry flow'r in mortal clime that grows,
Is here for but a time, and then does wilt.
By all I e'er held dear, I now aver,
That though a rose may wilt, yet still 'tis sweet;
I only hope a place I could secure
In fondest adoration at thy feet.
For fairness found in form and face will fail,
But that within the heart may shine undimmed;
Though nothing for youth's beauty may avail,
A heart with golden deeds may yet be rimmed.
My Juliet, in truth I do declare,
I love thee not for youthful beauty fair.

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

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That Spring Love in Your Eyes

That Spring Love in Your Eyes

Spring Love’s in your eyes for me now to see,
And it reaffirms thoughts of our special love;
And there is no other place I would rather be,
As we kiss deeply under the moon light above!

Darling with you in my arms this spring season,
My feelings are of such passion with true bliss;
We are “two” together by His Heavenly reason, 
And for this our time together is never amiss!

With spring in bloom and God’s blessing above,
My heart’s yours forever my love please know;
For I know our emotions are of the deepest love,
And for this Darling to the Earth’s end I would go!

With that special spring love dear in your eyes,
Nothing on Earth compares with this Heavenly prize! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
May 10, 2015 (Shakespearean Sonnet)

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

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Paradise My Sweetest Love

My sweetest love hearest thou my advice
Let's leave for the garden of sweet paradise
We will live under a rainbow with cherries
Eat sweet mangoes and bright berries;
Build a cottage in its midst with a skylight
Bake gingerbread as the sunsets at twilight
Shower in the misting rain on our lawn
Sing sweet songs with the birds at dawn;
Make fireflies’ lanterns soothing our mood
The ravens will bring us nourishing food
The sparrows will build our resting nest
Oh my love—my darling, my earnest:
Together we will wish upon a shining star,
And from each other we shall never be far!


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© Revised 5/31/10
© All Rights Reserved
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5th Place Winner - Parody Poetry Contest. 
Sponsored by Dr. Ram Mehta, 6/10/2010

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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is 
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which 
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the 
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; 
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for 
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.

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Copyright © Joseph Spence Sr | Year Posted 2008

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Shall I Compare Thee to Your Mother's Arse

Shall I compare thee to your mother's arse?
Thou aren’t more lovely, but more flatulent.
Rough winds do shake it; and bring on a farce
And all her clothes hath all too short a rent

Sometime too hot-headed of hell doth burn,
And often is the true nature exposed;
And every foul from fowl; my stomach churns,
By reason, or by nature's raging closed.

But thy infernal diet shall ne’er start
Nor gain possession of which now I grasp;
Nor shall we meet again; let’s stay apart,
When in eternal sounds the voice does rasp,
So long as men can breathe or eyes can cry,
So long lives this, and I bid thee goodbye.

Copyright © Flippant She-Creature | Year Posted 2012

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A Love Poem

Beloved, turn off the lights; speak to me;
Is your heart to be evermore my own,
does my name slip from your lips silently...
content, that I should need ne'er more to moan.
~
Beloved, watch close loves acquainted eyes;
reflections holds no secrets from within.
For the souls bidding eyes will ne'er tell lies,
remember, doubt not… your want is my sin.
~
Beloved, wilt thou walk with me through dreams,
come lay with me as if I were dying?
Kiss my mouth, give me water from your stream;
listen love...the voice of the rain’s crying.

Loves lives through winters cold, summers fire,
though daybreak begins, as the night retires.

Copyright © T.Nicole Williams | Year Posted 2014

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Your Humble Servant

To me you are a sacred dream
Each warmest hope upon the day.
A glass of wish from precious stream
Bright trace of sun through clouds of grey.

My endless trust in times of need
Our secrets shared we do confide
In passions breath to one I’m freed
Past darkest hour you are my guide.

Protection is my granted gift
To strive for you my sole delight
No one event shall birth a rift
Forever yours my quest to fight.

Perfections promise I shall chase
it's luck you chose my life to grace.


23rd May 2016

Copyright © Mark Woods | Year Posted 2016

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All Through Tuscany

The afternoon outlined. The sunny strokes
of a samurai blade on her body
revealing things the eyes feign see.
Tempted, wounded, the virgin parchment floats
between her skin and satin cloak.
Artist; afternoon, craving company
draws her inside-out so innocently,
on purpose leaves the yolk indwelling.

The painter in the corner moans,
he jealous of the afternoons artly
sensual oration.
Improving skin, bare olive tones
of subtle pastel, the moment partly lost
to the constellations.

Copyright © Jim Marshal | Year Posted 2010

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Return To Me

Return To Me

As I count the days until this Spring's thaw,
darkly a shadow hangs over my head.
Your sweet memory for me holds it all
always a place waits your love in my bed.

Yesterdays- memories made of romance,
you stole the hot desires heating my mind.
That fantastic night, I taking a chance,
was then rewarded, your sweet love to find.

Darling, fly back to our palatial nest
from your distant first vacation retreat.
I exist only when loving you best,
and pray for the moment again we meet!

Upon distant shores, you leave my heart sad.
For we are everything we ever had!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-27- 2015


Syllables Per Line:	
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables:	140
Total # Lines:	17  (Including empty lines)
Total # Words:	104

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Seasonal Passion

You my love with a tender caressing touch.
I wait the seconds, minutes of eagerness.
Sweet feeling upon when our lips press.
Tastes of our tongues swirling so much,
Enhancing sensual ways that we clutch,
Our bodies and souls share such finesse.
Each time together, never any repress.
Our love is bound we have no crutch.

Everything I adore about you is mine.
Our souls entwined in sweet Bordeaux.
We climax together as wonderful wine.
We have captured charismatic glow.
As we share each other’s passion fine.
Passing seasons continue as we sow.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2011

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Courage of expression

More livid was the passion than boldness
to seek, be acquainted with words to speak,
for fear entangles the tongue with numbness,
henceforth remains an aura of mystique.
Courage ! To have the courage, and manner
of charm hidden behind the expression,
to approach and free the minds prisoner;
a loving soul filled with true devotion.
Yet words conveyed in forms apart from speech,
through words written to reveal true passion,
a discreet letter, at once to beseech,
words of love in a romantic fashion.

Manner of expression through written art
courage to jeopardize a brittle heart.


T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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A Universe Between

I found a universe between our eyes
And there is where I touched gentle romance
A pause that lingered, was of no surprise
This heart confirmed every look and glance
When I close my mind's eye, I still see you
A beckoning smile to replace the space
And around your eyes a soft colored hue
To light the moment and enhance your face
Should my heart require shelter from a storm 
I will find its entrance where eyes confess
A place to turn to and see a fire form
This universe no better place to rest

In pause that lingered, I found your eyes pure
And the universe between, it endures

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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The Eyes have It

To kiss your eyes with mine, my eyelids lift
And find emotions rise, in flickering trace
Warm and flameless fires smolder with their gift
To capture heartfelt needs from their embrace
We will sigh as our lover's eyes unite
To drift away in a silent tether
Hands held tenderly, as our hearts hold tight
So our dreams and wishes dance together
We'll cross unmeasured distance in-between
And drink from lover's orbs amorous wine
To share a kiss with eyes in time serene
Our flame fed souls travel through eyes entwine


      Each time I search your eyes it is from needs
      The only sacred space where love concedes


7/7/17 contest The Eyes have it

   

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017

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How Rare Must Be the Man

With eyelids shut, old boyfriends of mine kissed my lips unwhetted, so it’s no surprise to me the romance in my life I missed because so many guys just close their eyes. Those men who pressed like wolves, eyes always closed, cared not to understand or love my heart. While making out with them, I nearly dozed! How rare must be the man who knows the art of looking long with gaze unwavering and softly brushing mouth against the cheek, who gently teases in his savoring as only eyes and tracing fingers speak. How sweet the magic seldom loosed in me by those few gents who simply knew to see. Sonneteer55/ Dec. 23, 2011 Using my yahoo pseudonym for the "S" of Sonnet form. For David Williams' "Romance" Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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JULIET

JULIET

Your long black hair, set in a velvet bow
Your well set shoulders tell me all I know 
That you and I are no betoken age
As  you take your bounding place upon my stage
So glad your grace, so lovely you of limb
That counting clans of discord does not dim
Your radiant eye, your gentleness of touch
Which show how I need you and how much
I read your looks with love in every line
Dream all night, and in your arms incline
Such gentleness and looseness all is won
Our beleaguered families  need you as a sun
So much so, that you and I are all
The world needs to cleanse it of its gall.

Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2016