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Her elfin face pressed next to mine With sun-like warmth her touch divine That in my arms her tender frame I wrapped twice round with strength untamed And in my cellar dark and dank Anew grew roots of love that drank The well of life hid in the sand A treasure chest by pirates hand, This fortune I bequeath to her For all the joy her life has stirred. |
Okay, Marco, this was great - except for one line - in my basement dark and dank. It's a beautiful love story to your daughter - so what is your dark scary basement doing in it? I think you must have already changed it after PhantomPen's comment, because when I read it before, it didn't read quite this smoothly. It's got a lovely feel to it except that for that spooky trip down to the basement. I'm sorry. That line REALLY bothers me. One other comment - I like the fact that your rhymes aren't perfect. Rhymes that are very often fall into the 'simple' trap, sort of Dr. Seussian, if you understand what I mean. Here we get the rhyming feel with real words instead of focusing so strongly on the rhyme. Anyway, a beautiful poem to your daughter - now get her out of the basement! mae | Posted on 2005-09-27 00:00:00 | by mae | [ Reply to This ] | fantastic... this was beautiful... i'm feeling kinda light headed right now so i can't really think of much to say about it... but maybe THAT can speak my praise... i'm sick, and my head isn't working right and yet i was still able to find absolute beauty in this piece... the perfect flow that never let up or skipped a beat, the great rhyme that complimented the flow... and it was all wrapped in a beautiful story of love... fantastic | | Posted on 2005-09-26 00:00:00 | by Mwa Ha Ha Ha Ha | [ Reply to This ] | |