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Whispering Serenade
Whispering serenade - if I ever hold you closely for a while -
let words only end with the sweet touch of your smile
Approach each moment slowly - savoring the taste of our wine
fruits of awaited fortune becoming mellow with time
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Whispering serenade - a sharing of hearts is true love made -
romance sincere, the purest flourishing, to never fade
Hold all dear unto yourself - it's all for you and no one else -
enjoy each moment - then place them gently upon the shelf
Whispering serenade, the years will come and pass us by -
soon they'll find you - alone- with infinite tears to cry
for loss weep not - treasured years are full of wealth
with memories there - remove them lovingly from the shelf
Whispering serenade - reflect on times we had at our best-
remember our love - shared heartaches survived each test
Hear every word - spoken often from depths of soul
while away the moments - and from death's shadows I'll stroll
Whispering serenade - a voice from hereafter calls your name
depart into sleep - awake in dreams from whence you came
Awaiting you now- walk with me through life's other door,
forever as always - all of heaven greets us once more
Whispering serenade - now I'll hold you closely all the while -
words only ending with the sweet touch of your smile
Approaching each moment slowly - savoring our lasting wine
fruits of awaited fortune - lasting till ends of time
© C.E. Vance
Do Dil mil rahe hain magar chupke chupke
Do Dil mil rahe hain magar chupke chupke (Meaning = two hearts are meeting each other but in silence. Language= Hindi) Goody good write CEVance
©bishu
Yes, oh ys! And how right and
Yes, oh ys! And how right and true these words are! Carl...simply beautiful. Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem, and too, words of great wisdom.
Rush not into the fires of passion,
Merely let them be, and embrace each moment.
Connect each glance and savor each breath,
Steretch every smile, even honor it's death,
Embracing the fullness of each minute that passes,
Opening each cranny as it fits into life's passages,
Sharing the essence of what we're made of,
For passion is fleeting but this sharing is love....
2013 ©
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I think you said it better
I think you said it better than I did, Elizabeth. Anyway, this piece was headed for the wastebasket, but I decided to revise it a tad and see if I could bring it back from the void. Apparently, I must have done something right. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Great experience for
Great experience for inspiration, Carl. I have found a similar thing happen with myself...its almost as if blockages within me and denials get in the way and make the 'screen of abundance' blurry with the smudges of my ego at the time....then i open the floodgates and let the rains come...ahhhh!...LIFE!
;-)
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I like whispers... I used to
I like whispers... I used to whisper a lot. Sweet poem Cevance!
Copyright © morningglory
Thank you.
Thank you.