A Four Letter Word

Reads: 228  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 2

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Playing around with the Shakespearean sonnet form.

Submitted: August 20, 2008

A A A | A A A

Submitted: August 20, 2008

A A A

A A A


Your hands which fit my own in perfect sync
are warm and inviting in their embrace.
Your eyes leave me without a thought to think
except of comfort I find in this place.


And for all the tears I have ever shed,
the love you gives is greater than their whole.
And every gentle word your lips have said
has found a sanctuary in my soul.

So there they bloom like roses in the sun
and grow to define who I am to be
and every kiss of yours compares to none,
each a reminder of the joy in me.

So tell me now down which path shall we go?
I'll follow you, for you are all I know.


© Copyright 2017 IvyWinter. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

Booksie 2017-2018 Short Story Contest

Booksie Popular Content

Other Content by IvyWinter

Sanctuary

Short Story / Non-Fiction

His Lips: A Free Write

Short Story / Non-Fiction

She Had To Be Beautiful

Short Story / Other

Popular Tags