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The desire of the heart
by Keith D AllisonMy lady, if it be true
That flow of my quell
Has touched your breath
Then I am humbled
Truly, I but wish
That I would be so elegant
A spinner of words
The weaver of sweet deceptions
That I might spread a gossamer cloth before you
Too takes your breath away
But alas, it cant be true
For I only returned your lyric to you
For hang here in a cloud of dream
Longing for your word wrapped in a sweet scents
That I might bathed in the depth of your glow
To feel the warmth of your essence around me
06/24/2006 Posted on 06/24/2006
Copyright © 2025 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/24/06 at 06:23 PM Desire aptly communicated Keith! Good to read you again. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 06/24/06 at 07:21 PM such a beautiful piece for a very lucky lady :) you have declared your heart with such sweet serenity :) |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/28/06 at 01:46 AM I love the near sonnet feel of this. Enjoyable read, Keith. Thanks. |
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