Inexplicably
I find myself drawn to her
Like a moth to a flame.
Causing memories
Of past lives together to
Sear my mind with her name.
Perhaps once
She was my virgin princess
And not the goddess of lust.
Longing again
For her to touch my heart
To love me and own me.
Forever as before.
“The embers of past lives lie within us all, waiting to be fanned into flames of reality by the breezes of remembrance.” Jett Black.
Inexplicably
I find myself drawn to her
Like a moth to a flame. - cliché
Causing memories
Of past lives together to
Sear my mind with her name.
Are we talking reincarnation?
Perhaps once
She was my virgin princess
And not the goddess of lust.
Rather demeaning. . . reducing a person to a label.
Longing again
For her to touch my heart
To love me and own me.
Forever as before.
I have to say it's becoming increasingly difficult to keep a straight face when reading your lurve poems. Barry White is alive and well, apparently, and his name is now Jett Black (there's a kind of irony there isn't there?).
So far from being a meaningful poem it's scary.
H
A beautiful poem reflecting on reincarnation and the love of a life....you are a romantic! Something many have lost.Originally Posted by Jett Black
kittypaws
Everyone finds himself in the world where he belongs. The essential thing is to have a fixed point from which to check its reality now and then.
Ancient Egyptian Inner Temples
Barry White has made a fortune and a two-time Grammy Award-winner known for his romantic images through words. There is nothing wrong with being a romantic...it keeps life warm and full of spice!
I enjoy romantic poetry...to each their own.
kittypaws
Everyone finds himself in the world where he belongs. The essential thing is to have a fixed point from which to check its reality now and then.
Ancient Egyptian Inner Temples
There's a huge difference between romantic love songs and romantic poetry. Compare Barry Manilow or Michael Bolton and Shelley or John Donne. There's no poetry here.
H
Sigh ....
“The embers of past lives lie within us all, waiting to be fanned into flames of reality by the breezes of remembrance.” Jett Black.
You should be happy, dude. At least your thread gets replies! Mine gets a couple perhaps every other blue moon?
My hide hides the heart inside
No really, 'moth to a flame'? There isnt really anything more cliched in a love poem, except maybe comparing your love to a rose, a red red one.
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