Mysterious garden, closed off to the world,
Your restful solitude I oft have sought.
My angelwings, within, are left unfurled.
An energy, here, magically I've wrought.
Golden moments change to crystal lifetimes,
In enchantment, life flies quickly by.
Carefree, I know naught but pleasant past-times;
Kisses lift all teardrops from my eye.
I open up my heart, here, and I find
New visions, and in joy my soul is raptured.
Gently, emotions stir and fill my mind.
Dreaming, youthful sighs escape, uncaptured.
Only one, save me, can enter here -
My universe - 'tis him who holds me dear.
| Cherie, c'est simplement prise de souffle. Je suis si fier que vous ayez écrit ceci au sujet de notre monde secret, et a fait une poésie si fabuleuse.|
Je suis très fier de vous et prise votre amour considérablement, et vous savez que je t'aimerai pour toujours.
Je t'adore mon lutin doux
|| Posted on 2006-10-12 00:00:00 | by wewak11 | [ Reply to This ] || Wow. You're right, it did turn out well! This is a very pleasant piece. For me, I take it as a story maybe of a writer who finds a place that they can go to and be inspired, unhindered and completely creative, kind of a sanctuary/muse. Man, what writer wouldn't want to find a place like that? For me, I guess it would be quite simply my bedroom (which I've often described as a physical manifestation of my mind, full as it is of little trinkets I've collected over the years and adorned with different memorabilia of past interests). The imagery you've have used to describe this place is well done, and I especially like the line "My angel wings, within, are left unfurled". Nicely done. HWKI||| Posted on 2006-10-12 00:00:00 | by HWKI | [ Reply to This ] |