Previous nights were mellow and true –
Love had been tender,
Nights had never been blue –
Gentle as the dance, we swung
I hold Eleanor Knightley in my loving arms.
Crystals, amethyst and pearls she wore,
Around her neck diamonds were
Gold as her crown radiated with luminescence,
Extravagant as Egyptian Silk embraced her figure
Carelessly our bodies rhythmically swayed along.
“May I have this dance?”
I asked.
“Why certainly.”
Eleanor Knightley had manipulated my eyes –
Mesmerized by her flair and natural beauty
I am bewitched by the Madame's alluring charm.
As the night enclose –
I hold Eleanor Knightley so close –
Whisper the following words;
“The night may wilt, I say –
But the English rose blossoms foreverly.”
Time fast flies
Soul deals with lies
Humans easily snap ties
To love, none tries
Under the blue skies
God remains ever wise
And He makes mood nice
God takes when one dies
He is unseen by our eyes
Nothing can match His size
He cares not if we praise
Or very strongly criticize
If we kindly try to sacrifice
By using mercy as a device
His support, God will apprise
As, our heart, He will appraise
From Sun-set to Sun-rise
If pure love, our soul applies
Surely, the Lord somehow replies
And enough peace, He supplies
His presence, He ever implies
He will stop all our cries
Our troubles then melt like ice.
Let it explode through the moist air of dawn as it plays with earth..
Yes I could smell this fragrance of sunlight which bestows a heavenly dream.
Let it cause a swirl of emotions into our mind..
While we inhale the fragrance of fresh cup of tea overseeing the snow caped mountains.
Let it sway our soul into a nostalgic treat…
Yes I could relate my black and white memories with the fragrance of village when smoke rises from the wood, when the dusk engulfs the forest and with the fragrance of a cascading stream when it rushes towards an unknown destination.
Let it mesmerize us into an unspoken lust…
While we gaze at the stars spread across the dark perfumed sky.
Yes I wanna smell the fragrance of life…the fragrance which cannot be bottled nor replicated…
The fragrance that drifts in memory till eternity.
Americans today are quite polarized
All we do is complain and criticize
The rhetoric ramping ever upward, uncivilized
The ranting and the raving has us desensitized
We sorely need something to mobilize us
An event to overwhelm and mesmerize us
E.T., please come back to Earth and hypnotize us
Leave us not to our own devices...
It's a push or rush I don't know.
I adore the way you adore me!
I wish each of your happiness is part of mine.
Share your tears with me.
Be with me when I'm in fear.
Hope you don't fake even for happy sake.
I adore the way you adore me!
Make me crave for you, don't let me starve from your affection.
Hey I'm going mad. I'm phantom, I love you
Your voice, like a river rippling,
waves of goose bumps,
awaken my inner spirit,
fill me with delight.
Your gaze, magnetic, blue
moonlight bright,
clear as the evening night,
gently captures my inner light.
Your heart, speaks softly, soulfully,
whispering faithfully,
sometimes silently,
but never in spite.
Your touch, captivating, tranquil, slight,
caressing me slowly,
surrounding me,
with all of your might.
Your smile, brilliant, bright,
tantalizing, on a steamy summer night,
summoning me gently,
to be your wife.
Copyright, Heather Mirassou
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