In “the red, red rose”, Robert Burns is directly speaking to his love. He wants to convey how he will love her till eternity. The distance between them is just physical and temporary.
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Alden, My Prince of Peace With unbridled passion this being faces each new day this body with mind works mechanically knowing that come the night – Peace is certain. – As I lay my head upon your chest legs tangled beneath our covers I can close my eyes – You are my peace. Maria myra trudel 2015
I Dream Of Your Raven Locks, by J. W. Cassandra. This love poem I share it for a request of one of my beloved and kind friend. It was written yet in 2013, I placed it to my volume 11, “Rescuer, Come!”, cycle “Love, Lasting for Eons”. The “I” in the poem of course, not me, it’s the lyric “I”. I have more of similar poems and maybe, I’ll share them later. These poems of the cycle tell of a love that lasts through eons, millions of years. And sometimes, the human mind can remember of this unique, pure love. This poem is one of these love poems, overarching eons and serving as signs of sg important. The most important that can bind and rise beings at all. I share it in Hungarian, as well.
I Dream Of Your Raven Locks, by J. W. Cassandra. This love poem I share it for a request of one of my beloved and kind friend. It was written yet in 2013, I placed it to my volume 11, “Rescuer, Come!”, cycle “Love, Lasting for Eons”. The “I” in the poem of course, not me, it’s the lyric “I”. I have more of similar poems and maybe, I’ll share them later. These poems of the cycle tell of a love that lasts through eons, millions of years. And sometimes, the human mind can remember of this unique, pure love. This poem is one of these love poems, overarching eons and serving as signs of sg important. The most important that can bind and rise beings at all. I share it in Hungarian, as well.
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I See You Ever by My Heart, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume 17th, “This Is You!”, cycle “Gentle Spring Breathe”. So far, this poem is the latest one from this cycle. It speaks rather of spiritual then mundane love… I share it in English and Hungarian. The cycle is unfinished yet, I’ll work on it.
I See You Ever by My Heart, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume 17th, “This Is You!”, cycle “Gentle Spring Breathe”. So far, this poem is the latest one from this cycle. It speaks rather of spiritual then mundane love… I share it in English and Hungarian. The cycle is unfinished yet, I’ll work on it.
I Beg Your pardon!, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume 17th, “This Is You!”, cycle “Gentle Spring Breathe”. I brought it forth by blood of my heart, by authentic inward misery. I share it in English and Hungarian. The cycle is unfinished yet, I’ll work on it.
I Beg Your pardon!, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume 17th, “This Is You!”, cycle “Gentle Spring Breathe”. I brought it forth by blood of my heart, by authentic inward misery. I share it in English and Hungarian. The cycle is unfinished yet, I’ll work on it.
Stay with Me!, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume 17th, “This Is You!”, cycle “Gentle Spring Breathe”. I share it in English and Hungarian. The cycle is unfinished yet, I’ll work on it.
Stay with Me!, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume 17th, “This Is You!”, cycle “Gentle Spring Breathe”. I share it in English and Hungarian. The cycle is unfinished yet, I’ll work on it.
No words are enough to describe how powerful you are, black man. I cried writing this, because mine are inadequate. What can I do, to stop their fear of you from taking you from us? They see your power, innate and beautiful and they panic. Black man, you are everything. I love you.
It is quite scary, isn’t it? How much I know about you, All the quirks and habits. I wish you at least tried one bit To get to know me too. You have no time for me. No patience left in you to know me. So I am going to allow my intuition To guide me to a decision.
The knots I feel in my stomach are the ones I want to tie. We will then add colour to the life we create but we won’t dye. I will add you to my favourite humour, honour and endeavours. I need you to be smart enough to see what I did there.
