An Ode To Love
Oh! To Love, a wondrous dream
Of dancing flowers by the stream
That play upon our eyes a glazed
On perfect form and lustrous face
What joy there is, for in our hearts
We cannot stand to ever part
To that which brings our most content
In loving arms, this night we’ve spent
To eyes of blue and rosy lips
Golden hair and luscious hips
Snow white skin, the loving smile
Playfully jest to stay a while
Most certainly I could endure
A life without, but this I’m sure
That love will stay and grow and grow
Crystal clean as driven snow
Oh! To Love, a wondrous dream
When wilting flowers by the stream
That play upon our dullened eyes
On aged form and mournful sighs
What joy there was when in our hearts
That love has died and so must part
To all those things, that was content
In dying arms, this night I spent
To eyes of grey and sagg’d lips
Wisp-ed hair and aged hips
Mottled skin, and yet the loving smile
Wistfully sneer, dare stay a while
Most certainly I won’t endure
A life of pain, of this I’m sure
That love will die and go and go
Piss-coloured now, the tainted snow
An Ode to Love
The Voyeur
Lay me down a flower bold.
Before the sun is grey and cold.
And touch my dreams of happenstance,
To risk it all for a chance.
A sight, a flicker,
Or an offhand view;
Of silent moans and sexy you:
Dirt-brown hair and hazel eyes.
On silkened sheets, oh me! Oh my!
I snigger at
The lovely thought
Of lovely mounds, so white so soft!
The fleeting moment will last you see
Until the moment I’ve spilled my seed.
Originally posted by Fëanor
[b]An Ode To LoveOh! To Love, a wondrous dream
Of dancing flowers by the stream
That play upon our eyes a glazed
On perfect form and lustrous faceWhat joy there is, for in our hearts
We cannot stand to ever part
To that which brings our most content
In loving arms, this night we’ve spentTo eyes of blue and rosy lips
Golden hair and luscious hips
Snow white skin, the loving smile
Playfully jest to stay a whileMost certainly I could endure
A life without, but this I’m sure
That love will stay and grow and grow
Crystal clean as driven snowOh! To Love, a wondrous dream
When wilting flowers by the stream
That play upon our dullened eyes
On aged form and mournful sighsWhat joy there was when in our hearts
That love has died and so must part
To all those things, that was content
In dying arms, this night I spentTo eyes of grey and sagg’d lips
Wisp-ed hair and aged hips
Mottled skin, and yet the loving smile
Wistfully sneer, dare stay a whileMost certainly I won’t endure
A life of pain, of this I’m sure
That love will die and go and go
Piss-coloured now, the tainted snowAn Ode to Love [/B]
Originally posted by Fëanor
[b]An Ode To LoveOh! To Love, a wondrous dream
Of dancing flowers by the stream
That play upon our eyes a glazed
On perfect form and lustrous faceWhat joy there is, for in our hearts
We cannot stand to ever part
To that which brings our most content
In loving arms, this night we’ve spentTo eyes of blue and rosy lips
Golden hair and luscious hips
Snow white skin, the loving smile
Playfully jest to stay a whileMost certainly I could endure
A life without, but this I’m sure
That love will stay and grow and grow
Crystal clean as driven snowOh! To Love, a wondrous dream
When wilting flowers by the stream
That play upon our dullened eyes
On aged form and mournful sighsWhat joy there was when in our hearts
That love has died and so must part
To all those things, that was content
In dying arms, this night I spentTo eyes of grey and sagg’d lips
Wisp-ed hair and aged hips
Mottled skin, and yet the loving smile
Wistfully sneer, dare stay a whileMost certainly I won’t endure
A life of pain, of this I’m sure
That love will die and go and go
Piss-coloured now, the tainted snowAn Ode to Love [/B]
Wow, Fea... you're way past medium rare, you're just about well done! 😂
Seriously, this is fantastic... I absolutely love the concept, and the way you skipped the 'middle', so to speak. Jumping from young and starry-eyed to old and reminiscent, and yet no speak of the journey from A to B, from young to old.
Your detail is excellent and the imagery you supplied served to enhance the strength of the poem. I really like it.
Just a couple of suggestions;
'That play upon our eyes a'glazed'
and
'Mottled skin, yet loving smile'
clapping Wonderful.
Originally posted by SyrenThank you Sy..thankyou vewy vewy much 😄 i've noted the changes to my file...your last suggestion reads better ✅
Wow, Fea... you're way past medium rare, you're just about well done! 😂Seriously, this is fantastic... I absolutely love the concept, and the way you skipped the 'middle', so to speak. Jumping from young and starry-eyed to old and reminiscent, and yet no speak of the journey from A to B, from young to old.
Your detail is excellent and the imagery you supplied served to enhance the strength of the poem. I really like it.
Just a couple of suggestions;
'That play upon our eyes [b]a'glazed
'and
'Mottled skin, yet loving smile'
clapping Wonderful. [/B]
oddly enough, i was watching "Something's Gotta Give" with Keanu and Diane Keaton, while surfing KMC at the same time 😮....there was a scene in there when Keaton's character and Nicholson's character started to kiss just before they made really really old uglies,
and they stopped just before it got to that point, to check his blood pressure, when something clicked inside my head!!! Hence an Ode to Love was born. She had a choice between the very young, or the very old: young love old love...😄
Originally posted by CrazyInLove😈 AH-HA-HA-HAAA!!! once again, the heart of me strikes the unsuspecting....😛
They are all wonderful Julian..... you sucked me in once again!
Originally posted by Fëanor
Thank you Sy..thankyou vewy vewy much 😄 i've noted the changes to my file...your last suggestion reads better ✅oddly enough, i was watching "Something's Gotta Give" with Keanu and Diane Keaton, while surfing KMC at the same time 😮....there was a scene in there when Keaton's character and Nicholson's character started to kiss just before they made really really old uglies,
and they stopped just before it got to that point, to check his blood pressure, when something clicked inside my head!!! Hence an Ode to Love was born. She had a choice between the very young, or the very old: young love old love...😄
😈 AH-HA-HA-HAAA!!! once again, the heart of me strikes the unsuspecting....😛
yeah, I love that poem Julian but you swore to me that you'd never mention that movie again 🙄 remember?