Love Poem 47

[ShadowsCool]

Love Poem 47

Moonlight glowed off chafes of wheat that night,
There was a certain uniqueness in the air.
There was a downy hair that captured my eye.

So too your lulling voice,
With an amused look painted in your eyes,
Intent on mine.

As if you were seeing a phantom
In a cryptic sea,
Holding you spellbound
By looking at me.

[Alexander III]

I liked the poem, the first stanza i found to be epecialy good, the second and third stanza almost seem superflous in contrast.

[PrinceMyshkin]

I like this poem a great deal for the naturalness of it, the tender and unforced quality. I have a problem, though, with the "47" of the title: if only there were some way to indicate that this is the 47th poem to the same person, rather than ones you've written to a string of persons, in which case the point of it seems to be to celebrate your proflicacy as a poet (and/or lover).

[ShadowsCool]

Thank you for your response to the poem.

The reason why I number certain love poems is because what title should I use?
They are the poems that I address to a certain person. As being in the 2nd person. They all tend to involve myself with a "you" involved. So I give them numbers so I can keep track. Many of my love poems just go by names though. Generally they are written in the 3rd person.

I could care less about numbers, I'm way beyond that. I'm on a mission to write and that's what I'm doing. Until the well runs dry.

Thanks

Shadows.