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Patricia Davis Poem
Love and Gratitude
By Patricia Davis
In the chronicles of love, I've felt my deepest distress
Truly unwanted feelings of separation brings me despair
From the one I love, one day equals a thousand years
Yet that still maybe too long.
Broken hearted how can this be? When things were going so well.
Loves aroma blowing brisk fully in the air, the Hanging Gardens of
Samurais, and all its splendors of love could not compare
My love, who’s lips were sweeten by summers fruit, from you a single kiss can bring such great delight, why then am I broken hearted to where it keeps me up at night?
Praying and fasting, hoping that you’ll hear the cry of my soul, and forgiveness in the air.
In a world where mistakes on beauty can cause a woman to scream
and yet the biggest mistake I made was saying something I didn't mean.
Will the gods, will the goddess, will the Lord aid me in my distress
why oh why, am I taunted and torched here?
Oh, somewhere I’ll find myself, with you in the coolness of the day.
Laying by still waters listening to the melody of your voice
Who is this coming up from the wilderness, in chariots of gold gushing forth with the wind of God behind his back?
It is my beloved, and in him I take great delight. With skin tanned by the sun and eyes of black opal’s hue, returning for his true love, underneath the apple tree I await you.
It is here where you comfort me and aid me in my distress
to forever light the candle that stands in front of your picture frame.
Take me back to the beginning where love was not just a name
Or a song, sung from ancient text. Where the words that penetrate our souls, kept us forever more, send me guide me to loves unconditional adore.
Ride me, ride me, gallop me high into the skies
where arrows dipped in love, pierce the heart and blind the eyes.
Send me; take me to the temples far away, where song and dance and beauty treatments prepared me for this day. In the beginning there was love and it hovered over the waters deep, where fables of love and fairytales come to visit me in my sleep.
As I lay here in your garden, I am naked to the world, vulnerable to loves frequencies innocent and still a girl. I long for trees and fragrant plants that remind me of your scent. Imagining and dreaming a life with you content.
Earth shaken by distance, division, and unwanted soul cries
Love and gratitude
Love and gratitude
In your temple I offer my life
My lamps are trimmed with oil, like a virgin I await my king
the songs of a maidens’ sighs, love and gratitude I awaken thee.
Copyright © Patricia Davis | Year Posted 2014
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Patricia Davis Poem
Wonderful
By Patricia Davis
Mr wonderful all my life where have you been I've searched the depths to find you, oh where do I begin.
As mysterious as they come, as ancient as the sands of time, the cure all too all my heartaches I cherish you oh love divine.
Like a river flowing, my deep calls to your deep. As endless clouds blowing, our loves grows ever sweet.
With kisses that make the sunrise, I see true summer in your eyes.
As deep is deep as deep can go. I’ll follow you through rain through snow.
Oh how I prayed my love would come to me, across the ocean across the seas, and here you are standing there with opal eyes and dark black hair.
I am love sick…
To be where you are and not come up for air. To kiss your lips and run my fingers through your hair, you are my hero, my proud warrior from then and now and ancient times. I am your treasure, your greatest conquest you've captured me, oh love divine.
I am happy; I am alive to run through your garden free. To chase the wind and butterflies, the fairies you put there for me.
Oh Mr Wonderful , do you remember our spring love first kiss? Why did it take so long for you to find me there’s so much life I missed.
If ever I could wish a perfect time for me, I would be foam born like the goddess Venus and Mr Wonderful would be my king.
If you bleed, I bleed, if your cut I’m cut ever deep. Yet still imagining and dreaming a life with you complete.
As I race across the sun, to lay my golden chariots at your feet.
I surrender my bow and arrow.
The moon is my witness.
Mr Wonderful you rescued me.
Copyright © Patricia Davis | Year Posted 2015
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