Here’s one pulled from the shelf and dusted-off I thought our onsite romantics might enjoy. It may be too long for some … you decide.
INTRO: In as much that I knew this piece would be about love, the decision of a Sonnet was born. And, when the first Sonnet was finished, I realized that saying how “just anyone” would know they’re loved would not suffice, because I had not said all I felt about how one would know they are loved, and I thought, “This seems impersonal.” So, I decided by placing myself as the one telling them, that it would take on a more emotional and personal feel … and, so it went from first to final word.
Then, I wanted everything to look and feel like what the poem delivered, and that’s how I envisioned the poem’s look and its presentation as it appears here.
Then, it’s every thought and sensation in that which I would want the proof to be if someone were telling me how I’ll know they love me; thus, the deeply tender, romantic flow of my heart opened to release the words from the core of my worn and battered olde pen. I hope you will enjoy….
Oh
My
Goodness
You ruined the men that I know for me. Now I’ll be standing at my window every night waiting and waiting and waiting…
This is so beautiful.
Ohhh, Dear Lady 🥀
You must keep mindful, waiting at that window ~ whispers light certain kinds of flames, you know.
So sweet, your efulgent encouragements, Adira; surely, a humble bard (such as I) would never expect to outshine those many grateful fellows in your life who’ve come to adore you … I’m sooo pleasantly, sooo sumptuously surprised!
Love your beguiling sense-of-humor, and your most lovely compliment. ; )
Thank you ever-so warmly, Adira! ⁓ Richard🖌
I have to tell you, Richard, I feel like I’ve been driven to your castle in horse and carriage, ushered out into a flourishing rose garden, and wisped up into your arms bridal style over the threshold. Take me to your bedroom and the balcony that overlooks your domain. Carry me up the winding staircase and lay me on fresh linens. Strip me naked in your ravishing furry. Take me, Richard… not as a king takes his queen, but as he takes his young mistress during a heated fit of passion inside the dark, hidden chambers where her shrill cries of mating remain dampened. Read me your sonnets when I’m strewn across your bed, obliterated. Let the finches build their nests while you play in mine. Kiss my rose and everything you see. That’s how I’ll know that you love me.
Goodness, DK 😳
Your graciously gorgeous review rivals my Sonnets in its compellingly fervent bliss, in wantoned kiss, for it’s all THIS ‘n more, but that’s what loving’s for … oh-MY!
Loving you’s what poetry was invented for … now, to make it fit the page without burning down the site!🔥
I’ve received reviews, and Reviews; yet, it’s hard to ever recall a REVIEW such as THIS!
With a weak-kneed, melted into my socks … grateful thanks, Dear Poetess! ⁓ Rascal🖌