A comforter is a form of bedding
The
modern example is a duvet
Or
perhaps a continental quilt,
An
eiderdown is best, so they say
But
I think that you’re the best
Comforter
by a very long way
A comforter is a form of bedding
The
modern example is a duvet
Or
perhaps a continental quilt,
An
eiderdown is best, so they say
But
I think that you’re the best
Comforter
by a very long way
Lovers walk in hand
Thru summers scented meadow
With lustful intent
Love appeared like an emerging flower
Blooming
like a flush on a maiden’s cheek
Spreading
out like the wings of a bird
And
taking flight upon romantic winds
Traversing
the immense poetic globe
Reaching
every corner of the world
Before
returning to its love-struck source
For
there is no greater extent
To
which a love can aspire
Than
all around the world and back again
I still cling to you
For
fear of drowning
In
your arms
I
feel secure
But
it’s an illusion
Its
false security
Despite
your deceit
And betrayals
I still cling to you
Instead
of swimming free
Not
for fear of drowning
But
fear of being alone
The wondrous beauty
Of your pale white skin,
That seductive landscape
Pure as exotic silk
Fresh as winter snow
And as cold as your heart
Moving Gracefully
Like a snow-white swan
On a glassy lake.
You came into my life
Like an angel
Descending from heaven
On pure white wings
You changed me forever
But your gracile elegance
Mesmerized me
And blinkered me
To your true nature
Because hidden from me
Beneath the surface
And belying the grace
You were no angel
Silence in the meadow
As we lay amidst the flowers
Young lovers entwined
In the moonlit hours
When love is keenly felt
We succumb to cupids’ powers
But as night gives way to day
The love we feel is ours