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My weary eyes behold Mary, cradling me to sweet serenity
As I dream, Isolde's head lies on my shoulder, breath warm on my neck
And though I see her not, hear her not, I'm not afraid
Her light unfetters my courage time and again.
I err wide awake in this forlorn winter.
Despairing, I lose my footing.
The warmth of her adoring embrace is the sweetest medicine
For the fear that has frozen my soul.
Her love is an oasis at the edge of sorrow's desert
Not a mirage deceiving the stricken fool.
The world may tremble, the sky may tumble
But she will always endure.
A woman's kiss is worth a thousand summers
And a mouthful of water from the river Kawthar
I will not hesitate to collect one more scar in my heart
A risk worth taking until I find the True One.
As I dream, Isolde's head lies on my shoulder, breath warm on my neck
And though I see her not, hear her not, I'm not afraid
Her light unfetters my courage time and again.
I err wide awake in this forlorn winter.
Despairing, I lose my footing.
The warmth of her adoring embrace is the sweetest medicine
For the fear that has frozen my soul.
Her love is an oasis at the edge of sorrow's desert
Not a mirage deceiving the stricken fool.
The world may tremble, the sky may tumble
But she will always endure.
A woman's kiss is worth a thousand summers
And a mouthful of water from the river Kawthar
I will not hesitate to collect one more scar in my heart
A risk worth taking until I find the True One.
EDIT:
I've done a lot of editing to make the length of the lines and stanzas more consistent and try to be more succinct (16/8/14)
Yet another love poem, just in time for Valentine's Day.
When I visited my older brother in Paris, I was at his appartment the day before I left to go back to my parents' house and I was having a hard time sleeping. The idea for a poem was fermenting in my head and I had to get it out. So I got out of bed and scribbled down some verses into a small notepad, then got back to bed.
Even though this is mainly about romantic love, it was originally meant to be a tribute to the best qualities of women specifically for the UN Women's Day in March. The beginning is meant to show different female archetypes and the love that they represent:
The Virgin Mary: a mother's love for her children, protecting them while they rest.
Isolde/Iseult: the romantic love of literature from the Middle Ages to the present day.
The girl who becomes a woman: the unrequited love that a boy feels for his childhood friend who eventually grows up and finds someone else.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with Islam, El-Kawthar is the name of the holy river that runs through Heaven. The name itself comes from the Arabic word for "abundance".
I hope I did it well enough. If anyone has an opinion, don't hesitate to leave a comment!
Enjoy.
I've done a lot of editing to make the length of the lines and stanzas more consistent and try to be more succinct (16/8/14)
Yet another love poem, just in time for Valentine's Day.
When I visited my older brother in Paris, I was at his appartment the day before I left to go back to my parents' house and I was having a hard time sleeping. The idea for a poem was fermenting in my head and I had to get it out. So I got out of bed and scribbled down some verses into a small notepad, then got back to bed.
Even though this is mainly about romantic love, it was originally meant to be a tribute to the best qualities of women specifically for the UN Women's Day in March. The beginning is meant to show different female archetypes and the love that they represent:
The Virgin Mary: a mother's love for her children, protecting them while they rest.
Isolde/Iseult: the romantic love of literature from the Middle Ages to the present day.
The girl who becomes a woman: the unrequited love that a boy feels for his childhood friend who eventually grows up and finds someone else.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with Islam, El-Kawthar is the name of the holy river that runs through Heaven. The name itself comes from the Arabic word for "abundance".
I hope I did it well enough. If anyone has an opinion, don't hesitate to leave a comment!
Enjoy.
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So you've been looking for me. *sigh* Too bad for me I am old enough to be your mother. Damn time to hell!
A beautiful piece, from very clearly, a very beautiful soul.
A beautiful piece, from very clearly, a very beautiful soul.