-siiiiiigh-
So romantic! ^_^;

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So let your heart melt,
With the heat of my touch.
Let your heart flutter to my whim.
Open your eyes, love...see through the trees.
Escape your own-made prison.
I shall walk with you, show you the way...
Bring you the roses you long for.

We shall behold his beauty,
Made only more so by soft morning.
We shall envelope him with petal kisses...
I shall give you the key to your heart,
To gift to another, with poetic words.
Ah, how I wish to sing a song of your sweetness,
but I fear no words will do..

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I love this poetry so so much. -smiles-
<3
Ah, I look forward to more!

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

Ah, let the roses bloom only for you,
You who is the light,
You showed me truth,
Helped me find the sun when I dwelt under the moon,
Ah, you made my shame pure,
The trees turn to green,
The winter passes from my soul,
Ah, take my hand, I shall protect you,
Take my heart, keep it from breaking.

Ah, let us watch him as he beholds the dawn,
Show him the grey morning,
Let him see the beauty of a barren forest,
Let him lie upon the petals,
Ah, your words warm me like the sun I lost,
Ah, my love, I have no need for a song,
One look is sweeter than a thousand words.


((*swoons* ah, *sobs hysterically* poetry…))

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

I shall wrap your heart in velvet,
Keep it soft, keep it safe.
I shall dispel snow from the branches,
Of the willow trees in our garden.
I shall take away the cold,
Banish it from engulfing you,
But instead keep you warm,
In an eternal shelter of love.

Grey mornings, they shall suit him,
Illuminate his wonders, his colour.
Leaves about his feet, in awe,
Touching china skin so hesitantly.
I would warm you forever,
If you so asked.
One thousand words could never tell,
All that you mean to me..

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

One thousand words would be meaningless,
For one smile is all that is needed.
Warm me forever,
Ah, and dance with me in the rose-petals..
Keep the ice from his heart,
Allow the morning light to melt the snow on the branches,
Your time in the Garden, shall not be spent in toil.

Ah, lie him on a bed of flowers,
Let the cerulean of those eyes not be dimmed, with sorrow,
Let the cold winter nights be spent together, as three,
You, I and our Prince.

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

Then allow me to smile,
Cast emotion with your words.
For the dancing show of joy,
Is cause and effect of you.
Your voice not above a whisper,
Prose like molten gold,
Feeding a garden of adoration.


Free your mind from worry,
Free yourself from life,
And lay amongst the flowers,
Dark hair wild and free.
In our garden there is nothing,
Nothing but you and me.

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

Free of life, that could never be,
For you have become that life,
Dance with me among the fallen leaves,
Spring seems so far away from my heart.
Instead I learn to behold beauty, in a withered flower,
Yet you bloom fairer than any rose within my grasp.

Twine your hair with mine, if you will,
let this Garden become our sanctuary,
For what was the Prince,
But a metaphor of love?

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

If you are my life,
I wish nothing but to live.
To watch you bloom, a rose.
So sweet, so perfect, so fair.

Our metaphor effluent,
With sonant calls and cries,
Proclaiming love anon.
Oh, counterpart, my missing half.
Enchantress, take my heart.

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

If you are my life,
I wish nothing but to live.
To watch you bloom, a rose.
So sweet, so perfect, so fair.

Our metaphor effluent,
With sonant calls and cries,
Proclaiming love anon.
Oh, counterpart, my missing half.
Enchantress, take my heart.

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

Then live as fully as you can,
You are my rose to keep me believing.
From my darkened prison you stole me,
You showed me the light of the stars,
I no longer crave the sun.

You offer me your heart,
Gladly I will take it.
I shall keep it safe,
Under a blanket of dew-drops.
My angel, you have my heart already.

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