Love lost; love found.
My Love Lost,
Like lancinate waves that ebb and flow lapping on
Lacerated lace, laid hold labored and languid,
Lonesome, lucid breathing, labile labiate sand.
My Laborious Love found,
Like a linear lattice of limitless love,
Leaps as a leaf spin with the wind, as truth in life.
Loops around labyrinthine of emotions,
Loyalty evolving of labored lasting roots.
3/20/2022
My Lost And Found Love Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: JCB Brul
lancinate- painful as if caused by a sharp instrument
labiate - resembling or possessing a lip or labium
Daily I Miss Your Kiss
Lips do secrete bliss,
Caress like salt sea mist,
Portent of Day's amiss!
If our occasion of tryst,
Has no finale of lips,
"Here's looking at you, labile kids"
Tender your discreet tender kiss!
While the bells are ringing high,
While the sky is lovely blue,
On your lips I see a feel of shy,
A romantic atmosphere I can see as clue;
Your beauty is soh with rocaille,
I left my life alone in cromlech without key,
How motivic is the tune of the organ’s coil,
Labile is the world and tycoon is the sea;
For if I quit myself and sonicateit into a sort,
I need you in the other case for a bond,
For if I find feria of pain overhere in my heart,
Eidetic memoriesin my eyes,eina never going to be found.
While the bells are ringing high,
While the sky is lovely blue,
On your lips I see a feel of shy,
A romantic atmosphere I can see as clue;
Your beauty is soh with rocaille,
I left my life alone in cromlech without key,
How motivic is the tune of the organ’s coil,
Labile is the world and tycoon is the sea;
For if I quit myself and sonicateit into a sort,
I need you in the other case for a bond,
For if I find feria of pain overhere in my heart,
Eidetic memoriesin my eyes,eina never going to be found.
While the bells are ringing high,
While the sky is lovely blue,
On your lips I see a feel of shy,
A romantic atmosphere I can see as clue;
Your beauty is soh with rocaille,
I left my life alone in cromlech without key,
How motivic is the tune of the organ’s coil,
Labile is the world and tycoon is the sea;
For if I quit myself and sonicateit into a sort,
I need you in the other case for a bond,
For if I find feria of pain overhere in my heart,
Eidetic memoriesin my eyes,eina never going to be found.
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