Philosophy of Love.
Dare this pen but tell, my loving needs must be
treasure wrapt in love's exclusive Alchemy,
yet blessed is my vale, nestling soft and sweet
where streamlets meander with gay and dancing feet,
brush stroke nature's canvas, beyond the realms of art,
her flowering fragrant multitudes, a kaleidoscope impart,
by sacred time conceived, each Heaven painted scene
of bathed cystal shades at play, a magic vision seen,
thus, like love's first kiss, that rare exquisite thrill,
invite vicissitudes of greenery upon the landscape spill;
in speechless wonder embrace thee to my bosom dear,
an intoxicating awe drink I, exotic enchantment rare,
like as truth, nature's charm, scarce can better or improve,
thus drowned in symphonic realms, love thoughts ever rove
amid the Isles of bliss, my life long days spent there,
fulfill all my senses amid life's spiritual air;
those pompous realms of Kings may surely e'er entice
our smiling secrets, those simple hours in paradise
sung in praise, as cottage days are daily blest,
awashed in soft scented company, jocund here I rest
as quiet beats the heart, pulsating in joyous peace,
Angelic riven, forever here, Man made storms decease.
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Posted: Sep 2015
About this poem:
It is the simple thing in life that give the best of things
Comments (8)
Phil.
Rob
Thanks as usual for your support.
Phil.
the pen just confirms it for us
Thank you so very much for your encouraging words, I how that I write with antique quill and out of touch with modern poetic expression, so much so I considered not to write for general view, but have now reconsidered, thanks to you.
pHIL;
Phil.