With concentration-knit-brow pose,
She reads and holds the letter close,
There's good news, her joyful smile shows,
Rays of hope shine through the windows;
In anticipation's mad throes,
Left all household chores to compose
a fitting reply in love rose,
Passion has turned her quite verbose;
Shares it with her sister who knows -
"Do you think he'll like my plain prose?
Or should I pen a verse that flows?"
"Just let your heart speak, I suppose,
he'll love you more, you're whom he chose."
Finger on cheek, smitten soul glows,
Billet-doux* breeze fervently blows,
It reaches him, her kiss enclosed.
*Billet-doux ~ a love letter
Painting #1
Categories:
billet, love,
Form: Monorhyme
1
O, e’er she cometh and calleth me from the barren wolds whereupon lieth the first palpitation of the laconic exchange of bashful glances;
O, whensoe’er thy dulcet voice wafteth o’er the hummock, and thy throat trilleth for none but me, mine eccentric euphoria is celebrated by nature;
O, in the untrodden tryst wouldst thou palliate the passion of mine? I pray you, do love me, fair damsel, only because I really love thee.
2
Prithee, my ladie, my beautie, tell me wouldst thou fain love me? Knowest thou I am fain to gain thee, and hope I thou art so. Once hither thou camest and didst canoodle me, wert thou fearless and didst enrapture me. Thou , undaunted, snuggle’dst, kiss’dst , embrace’dst a swain. E’er thou wast fain to have me lain on the lovers’ crimson bed. And when dost thou bestow upon me the ancient ecstasy, and sleek is the cheek of my kingly belle, feel I relieved i’th’ glaring tryst, my sweet love !
Categories:
billet, eulogy, love, romantic, ,
Form: Prose Poetry
Amour,
A little letter for you,
And a few words to state the sweet obvious.
Keep the love I write of folded up in paper,
Our origami correspondence, if you will.
Swallows, ravens, cranes and swans,
Enough for an aviary of everything you ever need to know.
Un-caged, un-clipped, unending,
Free to the parchment blue.
Mon amant comme un oiseau,
My lover like the sky.
I remain yours.
Categories:
billet, love, nature,
Form: Romanticism
Unladylike though to speak this heart of mine
for a certain man who makes my day shine.
I admit I'm just being true to myself
to this indescribable feeling for you that I felt.
Honestly, you caught my eyes at first sight
from that moment I wanted no more nights
only to see you even at a glance
and know your name if I have the chance.
Man, I don't want you to have hard time to think
for there are a lot of girls in this wide space
"you don't know my name, but you know me by face."
Before I leave you I want you to know --
"I think of you everyday, now and then
hoping that we will cross our path again..."
Categories:
billet, hope, love, teen,
Form: Sonnet