She Writes Love Upon My Arms

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    She Writes Love Upon My Arms


     

    I've never seen a face like yours, it's true, how could beautiful possibly attempt to describe you?

    There are no words fitting enough for how I feel, no emotion enough to be for real, no thoughts sane enough to be surreal.

     

    All I know is when I heard your voice, It touched my skin.

    Waves of passion washed me again and again.

    Your laugh, it captured me, held me tight, until I dropped to me knees from weakness through pure delight.

    I recall that night so clearly, I can barely think of anything else so dearly.

    Your words were carefully chosen, I imagined your smile, continuously unbroken.

    I was mesmerized as I visualized what it would be like to kiss you, embrace you, to know you....to Love you.

     

    I wanted to bask in the completeness of your grace, feel my fingers upon your face, tiptoe into your heart without a trace.

    It was all too good to be true, I was not built to believe that i could be loved by someone like you.

    Then you whispered those words so softly, but I was listening intently as I felt you write love upon my arms so gently.

    I never felt so alive, like the rising of a tsunami, that's how much you moved me.

    Now, I see you everywhere I go, in everything I do, whether I'm sitting by myself or enjoying the waves with my crew.

     

    Your Love is the first and last on my mind, consumes the pain of this daily grind.

    I miss you like I've never spent a day without you, but now I can peer into a future in your arms, kisses from your lips when I'm down and maybe a family if I ever come around.

    Now, you tell me, How could beautiful possibly attempt to define you?

     

     

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    AlisRed commented on She Writes Love Upon My Arms

    03-27-2011

    I feel the strong emotion and point displayed in you poem and agree with it. Great work of art~Alis

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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