Saturday, January 19

'twas evening



'Twas evening, the moon set high
he caressed her hand once more
the day had died and it was time for her to enter in
I love you. How can I let you go?
Stay with me the night.
This passion burns 
My heart does burst 
to see you leave me anew
her dove eyes smiled
into his soul
she calmed his fiery angst 
My love. Its true. But this I know-
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of
 meeting again

Written for Carry on Tuesday
and
shared at The Mag

19 comments:

  1. excellent.. the words flow like a picturesque river.

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  2. Oh, the love of the soul mates.

    And true, too. Nothing like the joy of meeting again. :)

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  3. Sweeting is such part sorrow... :-)

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  4. ..oh yes and when they shall meet again....I won't dare say what they shall feel! Lovely poem.

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  5. So sweet...loved this...innocence!!
    Hugs
    SUeAnn

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  6. Wonderful write Charleen! Parting and meeting again are the culmination of the gap in between that separated the lonely hearts. Nicely!

    Hank

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  7. Wonderful write Charleen. Two lonely hearts are never at ease!

    Hank

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  8. Delightful. Thanks so much for contributing to Carry On Tuesday.

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  9. Dove eyes smiling into his soul....an enchantress.

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  10. Ah yes. Love can be so sweet.
    And I love "dove eyes."

    =)

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  11. that last line makes me smile such a smile. the pain of parting and the joy of meeting again... so very nice

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  12. So sweet it makes my heart skip a beat.

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  13. So true Charleen.....so true and beautiful! :-)

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