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My "Siren's song" to YOU.

Poetry By: Spyguy

You want to see inside me? You want to lay me bare? You want me to tell you? To know how much I care? Ask me the question; in a way I understand... Give me the honor of taking my hand...

Submitted:Nov 30, 2012    Reads: 51    Comments: 15    Likes: 11   

Thanks, my dear, I really appreciate it, when someone inspires me, as you have and always do, this type of poem is the result;

I call you a flower when I feel you are soft & fleeting & your memory is like a sweet fragrance on my mind;

I call you a bird when I in my own sense of self pity & low self image, feel that you may very easily fly away to the arms of another who may be more deserving of your love than am I;

I call you a sweet song because of the music that fills my heart, & my mind just knowing that you, in all of your glorious splendor, & with the rapsody & trilling of all of Gods creation singing in my heart of the advent of your beauty, glory, tenderness, & the elation that seeing you first thing in the morning, so fills my heart with song;

I call you a star because (Aside from the fact that you've been given a celestial body by a loving God) when you walk into or near a room that I'm in, or a place where I stay, everything lights up for me as though you were a reflection of the sun itself;

I call you a summer's day because it feels to me every moment that I'm near you, that I may burn up in the fleshy red-hot desire that you spark in my loins, the burning need that I feel in my heart to be near you, & the brightness of your splendor that I know I'm unworthy to have continue for more than my one summer's day;

I call you a dream as you fill me with a reality that I've never known before, a freedom that can't be true, a longing for a permanent future that's impossible to achieve, but one that I would be willing to die to continue to experiance forever;

I call you an angel because I know that only Heaven above could create such majesty, such glory, such beauty, such a pure & unblemished virtue... Such perfection;

I'd call you mine...

But, alas, you are not...
I wish I could have you be mine...
For now & for always, but life...
Why can't I call you mine????
I wish I could call you mine.

Is it too much to ask that you truly give yourself to me?

If you like my work, pease don't just move on... Please "like" the page, then leave a small piece of the emotion or feelings that you got as you were reading...

You never know,I just might decide to write something special for you... As I have for a select few others...


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