Love this stanza and the picture is beautiful.

“She’d string together days of future-past theories
Just for me…where we aged like fine wine
Where all of our what-ifs became that potent fifth
Of liquefied love”

Beautifully penned, Naaj. Wonderful imagery and a great write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

She’s occupied my mind for decades.
Very special indeed.

Thx for dropping your thoughts hun

The longing in this is palpable. Very beautiful writing.

Thank you, Alexandria 🙏🏼

Most gratefully for selecting this rather wishfully gentle poem in homage to unrequited desire.
How wonderfully encouraging it is to know you were able to actually feel the emotion of this piece.

Your gracious praise gratifies a bard’s humble efforts! ⁓ Richard🖌

Maybe so, Adira,

But, not quite as beautiful as You for sharing this rather lovely homage to romantic fate, with your ohhh-so warmly kindred spirit.

What would you want that you cannot have, right now?
One can only wonder and ponder ‘n wish! ⁓ Rascal🖌️

How did I miss this? First, I love the layout of it. Second, my favorite thing that you started out with is the mind. I was all on board. Third, you went and laid down brick after brick of gems. I enjoyed this piece. Bravo ;))

Ahhh, Adira🍷

Your gracious words speak in a most lovely, smile-invoking voice.

Thank you, Sweet Poetess! ⁓ Rascal🖌

Awww, Fia 🤗

That you love anything about my humble poetic efforts is blissfully unexpected, but I’m keeping every fragrant word. ; )
There’s nothing more preciously-inspiring than a lady-poet’s gracious praise to caress a hopeful bard’s grateful heart.

Thank you, Fia, ever-so warmly! ⁓ Rascal🖌

Wow! Wow! Wow!
This is stunning! So fresh, unique, and enchanting. The imagery is so vivid and palpable. I’m captivated from start to finish… a magnificent ending. Powerful and seductive. An all-inclusive masterpiece.

xoxoxo

Oh-NO, Adira! 🥀🐝

If your sweet face should not appear upon my page,
I would feel a cold place in my heart …
and, ne’er again I’d be warmed from your passion’s rage;
nor, will soft words, my sad pen impart.

Ah, Dear Lady-Poet, you’ve, indeed, a cleverly smooth voice, to so cunningly tease a bard and praise his humble little efforts with such feminine allure … your words, though brief, say much.

Besides, I’ve read your delightfully delicious poetry, too, ya know!
Thank you ever-so gratefully, Adira, for enticing my cloudy day to smile! ⁓ Rascal 🤗

Beautiful ink. Thank you for sharing.

Greetings, Drieks 🌻

It is a privilege and pleasure for you to share my humble poetic offering, and a distinct joy to receive your graciously encouraging compliment and expressed gratitude.

With warmest blessings! ⁓ Rascal🌿

FANTABULOUS!!!
You are KILLING IT. Sooo Gorgeous and erogenously complex. This piece has everything in the way of poetic element… the consonance, the alliteration, enjambment, and meter. I’m particularly captivated by this amazing stanza:

“Comes ever to my waiting hope,
unanswered, echoed calls …
there’s no relent to this dire need;
too sad, each tear that falls.”

The piece is the personification of wailing need and disappointment.