Posts Tagged ‘romantic’

I gaze upon the moon each night,
I sit in the dark,
Staring skyward,
My eyes reach out,
They can’t reach her,
They’re not worthy.

Crescent full or gibbous,
Her dazzling form lights up the dark,
An astral goddess,
An empowering icon,
A source of inspiration,
Playing kiss-chase with the clouds.

So why do I see a second moon beside me each night?
And beside me each day?
A moon of such astronomical beauty,
That it blots out even the lunar goddess,
Earthly yet still heavenly,
A goddess of a different kind.

Then I realize,
You are my second moon,
Superior in every way.

2ndMoon

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She is my wild rose,
Crimson like passion,
Beautiful beyond compare,
An angel in all but name,
The kind that stands out effortlessly,
Crimson like rage.

I am tangled in her thorns,
But also her petals,
Crimson like warmth,
Soothing and scathing in equal measure,
Loving and wrathful in duality,
Crimson like blood.

Her lips can wound,
They open burning scars,
But they can heal those same scars,
As if by some magic,
Vibrant and soothing,
Radiant and humbling.

She caresses my weary and cracked lips,
While weathering a tempest,
Standing tall like a bastion,
But holding me like a seraph,
Wise and dependable,
Crimson like love.

I love her,
She is my wild rose.

Wildrose

A true romance,
Blossoming in the summer,
Braving the winter,
Flourishing in the spring,
A picture of passion,
A fine target,
The shotgun is cocked.

A touch of ire,
A whisper of infidelity,
A glimmer of adultery,
All are pulls of the trigger,
A pair of hearts are the targets,
Lined up to be executed,
A true romance no more.

A quarrel,
A kiss,
A flash,
Then silence,
The burst ribcage of love,
And heart-shaped gore,
Are all that remain.

Shotgun

I am hers,
And she will be mine.

I gaze upon her countenance nightly.
I worship her glowing radiance,
I marvel at her saintly luminosity,
I dote on every chilling whisper,
I cherish her mysterious embrace,
I admire her womanly curves.

I am hers,
And she will be mine.

Bah!
I speak not of some humble woman,
But of the grandest beauty in this mortal coil,
See how she watches over us,
Even as the treacherous sun turns its back.
If only I could caress her.

I am hers,
And she will be mine.

This void betwixt won’t keep us apart forever!
I’ll tear the very heavens down to kiss you,
To bask in your lunar glare,
To massage your crater-strewn form,
To take a place in the cold beside you,
To waltz in orbit with you.

I am hers,
And she is mine.
Or else.

Moonlight

This one is for you Lee. Bit of a spur of the moment thing but i hope you like it. I love you. xxx

You are such an amazing treasure,
A real life angel,
I’m more or less nothing,
I’m simply a Tin Foil Knight,
My tine foil armour is all crumple and lacks a sheen,
My sword is nothing but a coat hanger,
My shield, a wooden plate,
My steed is pretty much imaginary,
I’m no lord, no baron, no king,
I’m just a Tin Foil Knight.

I’ll still be yours though,
With my shield I’ll protect you from dragons who make you cry,
With my sword I’ll fight off your nightmares,
With my armour and steed I’ll rush to your side,
I’m not much good but I’ll stand by you,
I’ll be yours,
Your very own Tin Foil Knight.

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