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Like the sun's eclipse through a mirror, the lengthening shadows of long-time love compel me to reflect; to recall the taste of passion on my lips; to breathe again the sigh of dreams fulfilled; and feel heat bloom once more on my cheeks. But like the glow surrounding the darkened sun, the brightest part remains. As the shadows deepen and more of life becomes a memory, love lies in the flaming edge. |
I think that perhaps the first half of the poem sounds like a story or something that is contrived, not all of it, but there's enough that it's a bit of a concorse to get down to the glue. for me this section is the part where its the brilliant bit of a poem: like the glow surrounding the darkened sun, the brightest part remains. As the shadows deepen and more of life becomes a memory, love lies in the flaming edge. I find that part the most beautiful, the most sensual, the most romantic because it is the lesson, and it is the statement, we read the lines and they will teach us. I have never seen love the way you have it, and that works its ways on the heart. | Posted on 2011-02-03 00:00:00 | by theludus | [ Reply to This ] | |