Author: Midnight St Lauder PM
A love poem of sorts, about as mushy as I could possibly ever give myself leave to be.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Romance - Words: 215 - Published: 01-27-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3095994
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You look most charming in half-light, my love;
Not to say you aren't beautiful in the glare
Of the afternoon sun, or in the floodlights
Of all the stadiums I've known you to frequent.
But nothing could compare to the soft way
In which the candlelight skilfully picks out
The contours of this face so dear to me,
Or the ghostly glow of your eyes, my love,
In the shimmer of a midnight pool,
Dancing along the banks
In a moon-garment you wear on your shoulders.
What good is the sun that overwhelms?
When in the glow of an oil lamp
Your hair, your mouth, are made exquisite.
What use are all the umbrella lights in the world
That make you look so stiff, my love?
When the dying of the embers
Leaves whole universes in your eyes.
For if taking all of you in at once is a delight,
Then savouring every part of you, one by one
Is, was, and always shall be breathtaking.
So, um, more free verse. I'm actually having fun writing these, because I promised myself to write as honestly as I could and express whatever little thing comes to mind. Still haven't a clue what I ought to do with these pieces though.