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Softly, softly (Speak to me with your eyes...)
It makes me smile
The way the sunflowers turn their faces towards yours-
How they wish to hold you!
And even the snow that falls so gently
It, too, is envious
Of your exquisite tenderness, your fairness, your grace
Matched perhaps only by the stars' pureness
How they stud our same skies so silvery!
And do you know
That your skin whispers to me?
Of softness, of closeness, of our togetherness
That even the air motes stand aside for us?
So carefully, mysteriously, as if by magic
Ah, all these infinite spaces closing fast
As I tumble
White-hot through the corridors of your heart
Towards the light of your soul.
Coerulescent said it all ...
... I can't add anything to her statement, only that I agree completely ... all of your poetry is a gift, thank you for allowing us to share in it.
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The beauty of this incredibly exquisite love poem defies description. I do not think mere English words can begin to define it.
Starward