The Ring
My words can be tough
My scars have yet to heal
Is it the fidelity worn on your finger
That will dissolve the fears
Or the dreams of bursting passions
That will make my heart feel
Is it the tryst or the laughter shared
That will fade out the agnostic thoughts
I embrace your finger
With all my fragile care
My ambivalent manners are to frail
Affliction is my world
I breath in anguish
I breath out joy
Your ring commence the love
The love completes the seal
06-16-2013
dahlusion commented on The Ring
01-18-2013
01/18/2013
12-14-2012
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Ring | 3 | 12/12/2012 |
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| Tinge of your love | 2 | 04/24/2009 |
| Through Your Veins | 4 | 03/23/2009 |
| Craving | 3 | 03/05/2009 |
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| Lines of her lies | 2 | 02/25/2009 |
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