Love me, hold me
Take me back into your arms
Kiss me, want me
Need me like you did once
Is there no way to return?
Are we lost forever more?
And my heart just breaks to know
You cannot love me like before
Touch me, tell me
Everything will be fine
Keep me, save me
Walk with me across the line
I'm not asking for much - just your touch
To mend this heart, its sore
And I ache so bad to know
You cannot love me like before
You can never,
You will never,
You will never love me like before
The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim. No artist is ever morbid. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art. All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. ~Oscar Wilde~
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
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Thursday, October 14, 2004
Moonlight
Moonlight
Silvern rays atop leaves of trees
Illuminate an aura of perfect peace
Dancing silhouettes of flowers in the breeze
An enchanted moment for a perfect kiss
Beams radiating the brilliance of the moon
A sight that makes any lover swoon
Temptation peaks amidst the blue lagoon
As romantics wish it wouldn’t end so soon
Stars sprinkled across velvet skies
Like diamond dusts surrounding the moon up nigh
Nothing more majestic to the eyes
Only the moon, her beams reflecting paradise
A rush of desire penetrates the night
The play of light creates a breathless sight
Moments like these, as passion takes flight
Love spells conjured by the innocent moonlight!
** A poem that was written on a moon-less night**
Silvern rays atop leaves of trees
Illuminate an aura of perfect peace
Dancing silhouettes of flowers in the breeze
An enchanted moment for a perfect kiss
Beams radiating the brilliance of the moon
A sight that makes any lover swoon
Temptation peaks amidst the blue lagoon
As romantics wish it wouldn’t end so soon
Stars sprinkled across velvet skies
Like diamond dusts surrounding the moon up nigh
Nothing more majestic to the eyes
Only the moon, her beams reflecting paradise
A rush of desire penetrates the night
The play of light creates a breathless sight
Moments like these, as passion takes flight
Love spells conjured by the innocent moonlight!
** A poem that was written on a moon-less night**
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