How dot' your dainty looks
Cast its' grip infectious
On my steel heart?
Like a bandit, this cold january
Walks slyly to freeze
My warm breathe;
And my moonmaid bar indoors...
Now 'am left with warm thoughts
As my only handy weapon,
Whose weight surpasses a whales'.
And my flintstone-like heart
Just one deep kiss from you
Which intensely will my sleeping
And with a glowing fuel of passion
Rekindle our dying flames...
| I like the flow. very well done. so much feeling. I love the descriptions. I can close my eyes and literally see thie feeling in this poem||| Posted on 2005-01-18 00:00:00 | by ladyravnos316 | [ Reply to This ] || Very good, very good. I really liked the descriptions you used in this piece. I liked the intensity you put into it also. Very good work.||| Posted on 2005-01-18 00:00:00 | by BloodyWords | [ Reply to This ] || I liked this.. at first I was really lost cause it didn't seem to flow from line to line... and I don't mean flow as in rhyme I mean as in make sense but then i read it again and it made perfect sense to me.. this was good. I like your style of writting... I can't wait to read more of your stuff it seems really cool. the subject for this was really appropriate because after reading it twice I saw the passion for another person. your words were well choosen and it made the poem awesome. cool.||| Posted on 2005-01-18 00:00:00 | by bleedbroken | [ Reply to This ] |