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Sparks


Sparks in the dark of a heart Scatter with the putter-patter Of each beat, a marvelous feat Bright light from the start Curious, although serious thought Entranced by a meager glance Spell out all uncertain doubts Of a mind crying to be sought Stage lights cast away desired night Illuminate a face, graced with beauty Time stands unnerving as my ears are yearning To hear golden notes as they come afloat, soft with might Captured by a voice, ruptured through my brain Words never come easy but oh so queasily When confronted by chance, a chance at romance Seized in a moment with no further atonement to remain sane Politely persuaded, though a mind quells unchanged Sits imaginative and craving for ideals entertaining Sifting through thoughts long forgotten nay never are softened By wild hallucination and hopeful sensation of a name Taken away on fantasies leaving behind past delicacies Lost in the dreams and seams of loves' woven patterns While a piece left behind, feels courage unwind And drifts to think of a distant week, found hazily in memories First love seizes a soul and nulls any sensible decisions Caught up in the feeling, of another love-sick feelings Old days, events, scenes lie quiet and still among memories Minds of young love, sung with purest of intentions The simplest break shakes the Earth to its core Tears match clouds as they shroud true emotions Puzzled strains of pain rattle each day's morn As light won't succumb the climb to find what's inside of loves lore Uplifting spirits and bright eyes blink With a gaze caught by an unnoticeable wink My heart speeds fast like the wind across the green grass The only request I long for is this time to last I know I must brush off this delirious dust Fight through distant tribulations and lose all sense of hesitations The wind embraces my soul as my words are quaky, uncontrolled But when they spill, my heart fills and thrills, for I have found trust The luster of the moon swoons like a dove I hold you close to my eyes, while your beauty they consume And when supple lips feel for mine, oh how my lips feel light Embrace yours dearly and have felt sincerely, true love
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benverdow
This is a poem about true love, and what I believe it feels like leading up to the first kiss, that first moment of bliss. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem! Benjamin VerDow

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