Where I Long To Rest

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This was written for the woman I am yet to meet

Submitted: March 28, 2007

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Submitted: March 28, 2007



Beauty. . .

My love, how beautiful you are, most beautiful of all women.

Soft and silky like ribbon are your lips that cover me with kisses

Which are better than anything

(Wine, sweet sugar, a beam of moonlight on a sparkling night),

This world could ever offer me;

And, oh how your love does so much for me,

How it constantly sends my heart into spins

The way your eyes, so blue and sweet, as lovely as doves in the sky,

Create strange and wonderful sensations throughout my body . . .


Your body. . .

Ah, your body is the work of a fine artist,

You are that of a wonder to my eye, but. . .

I must ask, if you will give me the pleasure of an answer, my sweet,

What Michelangelo could create such a masterpiece?

There is not a man on this earth that could save himself

From loving you, for you have a look that is dominant,

A radiant look that enchants my heart like a spell.

There swims a fragrance of grapes and apples

Around your slender, so delicate person,

Leaving me weak with passion for you, my jewel.

I beg for you . . .

I pray that you take me in your arms,

Feel my body tremble at your soft, gentle touch,

For I shall tremble in the place I long to rest.

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