Oh, to be young and passionate in the arms of a star-crossed lover
Infatuated and blinded by the ancient mystic feeling
Our connection to the Earth
The past, and the future
A feeling in the moment
The desire to connect with another soul
I close my eyes and breathe
I think about the falling leaves
Church bells are ringing in the distance
Horns are honking in the streets
People scramble to and fro
There is a chill in the air
The old familiar scent of a bonfire brings back memories
How I love to see two young lovers
Holding hands and walking down the street
With the sort of passion that is a fire in their hearts
You can see the sparks fly between them
Passion for a feeling
Desire for each other, that ancient desire
Starry eyed and wanting
Anticipation for a kiss
Their souls pass by me
Shedding tears at my feet
Amazing, I could really feel your words.. And almost smell bonfires etc. Nicely done.
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Thank you! I am very glad that you enjoyed my poem. I have always written, since I was young, but I have been too shy to share my work with the world.
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beautiful.
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Thank you very much!
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