| Comments | |
|
|
You can't complain for she loves you with all her might and you truly feel it. Another beautiful writing from you, mnmnI.
|
|
|
wow... romantic. Hope she knows =)
|
|
|
mmm.... Delicious..
|
|
|
You ain't kidding, ChrissieJo
Thanks
|
|
|
great writing!
^_^
sweet....
|
|
|
Thanks for the compliment, Shakespril
I'm glad you like the poem
|
|
|
" My sweetlove's loving me with all her might..."
I love that last line. Beautiful!
|
|
|
Why can't you complain?!
Well, maybe that is up to you...Anyway, it is a pretty poem...
^_^
|
|
|
I agree with the above comments - the last line stands out. It is helped by its predecessors though, as these (for me) are rooted in the past, they suggest the passing of things - the snow last week that needed and will no doubt need yet more work-a-day shoveled effort to clear it sometime soon. but what does this matter the poem seems to say when set against what is really important, so refreshingly stated in this last line.
|
|
|
Thank you for your review, Bellisimo.
Drum roll is not a verb unless you use it as a verb.
The poet sees the world differently.
Like the artist with his paint (or Bert Bell with his camera), the poet with his words strips the veil for us to see the reality that he sees.
We've invented a lot of words to express what we perceive ( e.g. onomatopoeia.)
The existential expression is up to the poet, or the artist (or Bert Bell).
And I know you know that; and it's the difference in your art.
m n m n I
|