Yes, now i know you have heard this already Shadow, but you are my dearest friend so i thought i would post it^^ *hugs* Enjoy^^


Take care of your heart,
Keep it safe in our Garden,
I shall watch over your happiness
and smite those who harm you,
Ah, let not his words be lies,
That would be peril for him,
If ever I had a friend such as you,
Then it was in another life,
Our Garden shall never grow old,
Only bloom all the fairer when you are happy.

*glomps and hugs* my sweetest friend^__^

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Nice poem. Very kind and it makes me imagin the place i the poem.

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Visit The Varsian Kingdom!

Oh, my god....I just swooned for real.
I just went: "Awwwwww...."

Oh, my Seral, my dear, my friend...
How beautiful, how wonderful of you; and how kind.
-is blushing, and swooning somewhat-
I have never known someone as instantly sweet as you are.

Ah, my dearest..
As sweet as the snowdrops,
Bow not your head for me.
Lift those eyes to mine again.
How your heart softens,
Made of gold, nothing less.
How I love you, how I adore you..
Oh, my dearest, darling friend.
Let the flowers blossom through your smile,
Grow more beautiful by the hour.
As you do, to my eyes, my heart.
Ah, how I love you..how indeed...

-huggles back so much-
You truly are the sweetest person I've ever met, Seral. ^_^

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

Nice poem as well Shadowstorm

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Visit The Varsian Kingdom!

*laughs happily* Ah, but it is you that makes me sweet!

Ah, let us go to our garden,
There the flowers shall bloom as your love grows,
Ah, my dearest, I love you too,
You released me from that eternal prison,
Showed me the light through the mists of my tears,
Ah, no person is sweeter than you,
How I feel truly at peace when our words flow,
Let us drink deeply of the dew collected in our garden,
Ah, let us only show our Amethyst Eyes the love we feel,
Ah, his bitterness would depart like spring changing to summer!

*hugs* you are the sweetest^^

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Oh, how I hold the lantern,
A light to chase your shadows
Back away from your bright eyes.
Ah, let me wipe your tears away,
Hold your hand through your sorrows.
Let our peacefulness calm the flowers,
A rain of tears to nurture them,
Your smile, the rainbow through the storm.
Ah, let him feel our love, unrestrained.
Let his seasonal heart lay to waste it's winter,
As fires burn within, to light his amethyst eyes.


...ah, no no no! You are, you are!

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

Oh, my angel, how I wish you could see your wings,
Ah, I see them at all times,
You are brighter than the flame, by which you paint,
Ah, let me watch the delicate strokes of your brush upon the canvas,
We shall watch in bliss as Amethyst Eyes lies upon the petals,
Ah, we shall keep him from the bitterness of lust,
We shall enshroud him in our love and tears,
Ah, take my hand and guide me through the clouds,
For my sky is filled with thunder clouds,
How I long for the day when it shall be powder blue,
But for now I shall reside in our Garden with our Prince.

No you are the sweetest! *hugs*

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Oh, let me paint him,
In all his splendour, his beauty.
Let my brush stroke the cerulean
Of oceanic, beautiful eyes...

I shall guide you, my dearest.
Across clouds we shall walk,
Barefoot, to chase away the rain.
I wish to clear the skies of your heart,
With any power I possess.

Let us reside there with him, with each other.
Let him lay in blossom, fair hair like the sun.
Let him remain beautiful, young, innocent.
Let us love him forevermore..

Oh no I'm nooooot!
-twwwwwirls with!-
My silly Seral. You're the sweetest, with your kind heart and crystalline words.

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

Ah, my darling let our Garden never die,
Let us become a part of the Garden,
You the sweet Nerine flower,
Ah, no not that, perhaps,
You the petals of the rose,
And I, I shall be the thorns,
The thorns that protect the sweet innocence of the flower,
Ah, we are no shadow and light,
No, we are The Rose.

Ah let us dance in the rain that falls,
Let us be drenched in the sweet water that feeds our Garden,
And, our Prince, ah, he shall watch in wonder,
His childish eyes alight in curiosity,
Ah, but let him never ask,
Let the words of wonder never fall from his crimson mouth,
Let him remain unknowing of all save love and beauty,

*Twirls too* ah, your heart is purer than my own, I can only dream of being as sweet as you.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Let us sow the seeds of beauty,
So that flowers might grow in our midst.
Ah, if I am to be the petals,
Then you must be the dewdrops,
That only make the rose more beautiful.
Together, we are the rose, together...
Apart we are shadow, and light...

Let rainfall feed the earth,
Let sweet waters kiss the flowers,
The open palmed leaves.
Let the rain confuse him, the sweetheart.
Let flowers blossom about his slight figure.
Let him sleep upon a bed of roses...


Ah, but you realise that with each thing you say, you prove you are sweeter!
-smiles-

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

Ah, let it be so, anything for you,
Ah, let me be the dewdrops that brings you life,
Gladly I shall rest upon you and cool you,
Let me cover you in a blanket of spring,
My tears shall fall from the sky as rain,
Ah! I am the winter,
But you, you are the summer breeze,
Whisk me away; show me blue skies in the morning,
All I can offer you is the grey dusk.

Ah, let him sleep indeed,
How his face becomes clear,
Ah, the mask of sorrow falls from his face,
His sensual moth loses all bitterness,
How I wish we could hold him,
But, my dear, dare we touch him so?
Ah, even in innocent love is it right to take his hands?
Let him sleep neath the sky,
Let him desire never to leave,
Ah! Cover his body in a rain of petals,
Would they be pure enough to rest upon his skin?

*swoons* ah, no matter what you say, my darling Shadow, you will always be the sweetest of us both ^__^

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

wow, great poems

So sweet, your words,
As soft daggers to my heart,
Beating for you each moment.
I shall sweep away your tears,
With the icy breeze of my breath,
For I am the winter, not you.
I, the Shadow, am not of such light,
As yours, my angel...

For him, sleeping in such silence,
Such softness, such loneliness.
Clear features, expressionless,
So we might ne'r know of his dreams.
We shall not touch him, let him lay..
Let him dream, dreams of love.
Let him wake to a bed of roses,
For white petals are pure enough,
For him, the only angel.

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

Ah, say not those words, my love,
You are not the cold grey winter,
Barren of all fresh beauty,
Ah that is me,
I am the icy breeze that howls at your heart,
Ah, you warm me,
Show me the sun, for I hide in the darkness of the moon.
Ah, how I long for the rain,
Rain that refreshes my heart,
Here it smites my skin, chilling my dreams.

Ah, he watches in sweet unknowing,
Let it remain that way,
How it pains me to wake him,
To see his beautiful face disturbed,
Ah, where I walk the moon gazes icily down upon me,
Ah, it mocks my shame,
Our Prince shall know not of shame,
Let him rest in our Garden,
Let us hold him only in out hearts.

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-

Then let me thaw the ice of your heart,
From winter into spring.
Let the blossoms of our garden,
Flourish through your heart.
Let me be the rain to refresh your heart,
To grow the seedlings of beauty.
Let me warm your dreams,
Be cold no more, my love.

Feel no pain, feel only adoration.
Revel in his innocent angelic beauty.
His smooth, watercolour skin.
Crimson lips, azure eyes, beneath moonlight
To spread shadow over all.
Be shameless, my darling,
For to love is not shameful...
Let me show you, let me whisper..
Let me unlock your heart, my dearest.

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"Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination" - Oscar Wilde

Ah, just one glance from you my love,
Turns the ice of my heart to water,
Your angels touch brightens my darkness,
Ah, my heart burns for our Garden,
But I walk in the cold forest of my mind,
Ah, I am locked away from the roses.
Let me, for a while, walk in the dew dropped Garden,
Let us take each others hands and watch the dawn rise above the trees.

Ah, let us behold his glory as he wakes,
Crowned with sunlight upon his brow,
Let his oceanic eyes reflect the love we share,
Ah, let his face never be clouded with fear,
Let him rest in our Garden and never be cold,
Ah, my dearest, let us enfold him with loving arms,
Ah, you unlocked my heart in our first meeting,
Your words of poetry have twined themselves about my body,
Dragging me down into sweet oblivion,
Ah, let me forget the world,
Let me just know of you and our Prince.

*hugs* Ah, I do love this poetry, darling^^

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Those who find ugly meanings, in beautiful things, are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. -Oscar Wilde-