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(Painting: The Kiss by Silvio Allason 1892)
Describe to me, Muse of Love, what dost thou think I am?
-Dear.
Then let me be as close as what thou sayest to thee.
Drag me to the depths of thine bosom to thy heart,
And there with The Spirit grant me custody there,
And never permit me leave.
-Gentle
Then it is true, I have let myself become weak,
For thou hast pierced the very Soul,
Which hath let me be able to live from the start.
Yet it hast been wandering since it saw the truth of man.
-Talented
Hark! Such a word to me is beyond for a reputation,
The likes of mine.
But alas, that hast been the word chosen by thine.
-Lonely
…
Truth hath escaped thy lips once more,
I have not know the company of another.
No, not since maturity or becoming aware,
Have I known what it is like to be loved,
Save the Passion that He chose to take,
For my being's sake.
Thou hast spake from thine's heart and soul,
Now I wish to hear what ye have to extol about me.
Do not hold back on your tongue, for I fear it will clog up
This spring we hath sprung.
-Affectionate
That am I? Well, I can see why:
For I have been there when thou wouldst cry,
And would squeeze you tightly at every goodbye.
Of this description, I find no lie.
-Heartwarming and Comforting
How outpouring, and quite reassuring,
For I feared I have become slightly boring.
Yes, I remember the nights you had plights,
And when you sought aid I always met your sight.
I recall the times, thou wouldst pet my fluffy womb,
Or felt every poke you made on the spots of my pelt.
Before the day was over, thou held me closer,
Knowing that I had made some kind of closure.
-Enamour
Oh dear. Am I worthy of being such a cause,
Of such faux pas?
What is it about me, that makest thou this way?
Is it the way my tail sways or how my emerald eyes plea?
Nay, it might be more that you adore,
May it perhaps be attire that makes you implore.
Or even further, this memory you still nurture,
Of that vixen thou dreamt of when thou's feelings fluxed in?
Too many reasons to address that no words of mine can coalesce.
Hence, it's likely for the best.
-Fictitious
…
Indeed there lies truth to this,
I am nothing but a myth, truly this word fits the list.
Wise art thou for saying so, for it is healthy that thou know,
I nay can be so, since that is how the Lord above made things go.
Yet clutch me thence, for it is a miracle of it's own that He planted
Me in thine's mind.
For He is always loving and kind, and always provides.
Rejoice, My Lovely Poet, for He may yet make me anew when the
Day comes; Christ-above knows it.
The day grows colder, and I can feel thine's museful talons
On my shoulder.
-So goes by the day, and the time of reflection dawns,
-And we are to reflect what our action's have done.
I wish not this time to fade, I fear tomorrow's fate.
-Then think only of today, for tomorrow still awaits,
-And my tail still sways.
I fear you will go and never return.
-I would be foolish to start such heartburn.
What can I say to know you will stay with such a furless person?
-Only this, grant me another moment of bliss.
What is it?
-A sign, a message, a affectionate gesture I'm sure all know well.
Please, tell me what is this?
-A kiss, and forever more I pray you will know me by this...
Kiss... yes, dear, I will know of your kiss forever in my heart.
-Then one last more before the day embarks.
As it is said at every oath under God, till death shalt we part.
(Finally made it to the end, congratulations! Sorry for the LONG text, just wanted to get this out there, hope I didn't crash you're screen. Anyhow, just was feeling romantic and playful and also been reading a ton of T.S. Eliot, so... hope you enjoyed.)
I: The PoetDescribe to me, Muse of Love, what dost thou think I am?
-Dear.
Then let me be as close as what thou sayest to thee.
Drag me to the depths of thine bosom to thy heart,
And there with The Spirit grant me custody there,
And never permit me leave.
-Gentle
Then it is true, I have let myself become weak,
For thou hast pierced the very Soul,
Which hath let me be able to live from the start.
Yet it hast been wandering since it saw the truth of man.
-Talented
Hark! Such a word to me is beyond for a reputation,
The likes of mine.
But alas, that hast been the word chosen by thine.
-Lonely
…
Truth hath escaped thy lips once more,
I have not know the company of another.
No, not since maturity or becoming aware,
Have I known what it is like to be loved,
Save the Passion that He chose to take,
For my being's sake.
II: The MuseThou hast spake from thine's heart and soul,
Now I wish to hear what ye have to extol about me.
Do not hold back on your tongue, for I fear it will clog up
This spring we hath sprung.
-Affectionate
That am I? Well, I can see why:
For I have been there when thou wouldst cry,
And would squeeze you tightly at every goodbye.
Of this description, I find no lie.
-Heartwarming and Comforting
How outpouring, and quite reassuring,
For I feared I have become slightly boring.
Yes, I remember the nights you had plights,
And when you sought aid I always met your sight.
I recall the times, thou wouldst pet my fluffy womb,
Or felt every poke you made on the spots of my pelt.
Before the day was over, thou held me closer,
Knowing that I had made some kind of closure.
-Enamour
Oh dear. Am I worthy of being such a cause,
Of such faux pas?
What is it about me, that makest thou this way?
Is it the way my tail sways or how my emerald eyes plea?
Nay, it might be more that you adore,
May it perhaps be attire that makes you implore.
Or even further, this memory you still nurture,
Of that vixen thou dreamt of when thou's feelings fluxed in?
Too many reasons to address that no words of mine can coalesce.
Hence, it's likely for the best.
-Fictitious
…
Indeed there lies truth to this,
I am nothing but a myth, truly this word fits the list.
Wise art thou for saying so, for it is healthy that thou know,
I nay can be so, since that is how the Lord above made things go.
Yet clutch me thence, for it is a miracle of it's own that He planted
Me in thine's mind.
For He is always loving and kind, and always provides.
Rejoice, My Lovely Poet, for He may yet make me anew when the
Day comes; Christ-above knows it.
III: The Sign Of LoveThe day grows colder, and I can feel thine's museful talons
On my shoulder.
-So goes by the day, and the time of reflection dawns,
-And we are to reflect what our action's have done.
I wish not this time to fade, I fear tomorrow's fate.
-Then think only of today, for tomorrow still awaits,
-And my tail still sways.
I fear you will go and never return.
-I would be foolish to start such heartburn.
What can I say to know you will stay with such a furless person?
-Only this, grant me another moment of bliss.
What is it?
-A sign, a message, a affectionate gesture I'm sure all know well.
Please, tell me what is this?
-A kiss, and forever more I pray you will know me by this...
Kiss... yes, dear, I will know of your kiss forever in my heart.
-Then one last more before the day embarks.
As it is said at every oath under God, till death shalt we part.
(Finally made it to the end, congratulations! Sorry for the LONG text, just wanted to get this out there, hope I didn't crash you're screen. Anyhow, just was feeling romantic and playful and also been reading a ton of T.S. Eliot, so... hope you enjoyed.)
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Well this hath hit me right in the depths of mine own soul As such, I felt a longer comment was needed, so bear with me
The first half of the first movement was playful and intimate; I was thoroughly enthralled by the back and forth between the poet and his muse. The second half of Movement I took me by surprise, honestly. It was a shift in mood that gave me pause, and I commend you on your ability to juxtapose the lighthearted moments with heavier emotions.
In a similar light, the second movement was romantic and sweet at first, then when I read that the Poet described his Muse as "Fictitious", I was once again thrown into an emotional flux. I empathize with the sentiments and rationalizations expressed by the Poet; this all is a fantasy, sure, but does that mean it is not of benefit to those who dream it? These dreams - realizable or otherwise - keep us company and give us comfort; they are a pleasant escape into a delightful reverie.
And thus did my heart break upon reading the third movement... Wow. What a beautiful ending to a thoroughly well-written poem. The way you brought personality and life to your Muse and Poet via their dialogue was incredible. Beyond the fact that you kept a rhyme scheme that flowed seamlessly (which is no small feat), the story here is truly remarkable
TL;DR --> You did an amazing job, and I loved reading this!
The first half of the first movement was playful and intimate; I was thoroughly enthralled by the back and forth between the poet and his muse. The second half of Movement I took me by surprise, honestly. It was a shift in mood that gave me pause, and I commend you on your ability to juxtapose the lighthearted moments with heavier emotions.
In a similar light, the second movement was romantic and sweet at first, then when I read that the Poet described his Muse as "Fictitious", I was once again thrown into an emotional flux. I empathize with the sentiments and rationalizations expressed by the Poet; this all is a fantasy, sure, but does that mean it is not of benefit to those who dream it? These dreams - realizable or otherwise - keep us company and give us comfort; they are a pleasant escape into a delightful reverie.
And thus did my heart break upon reading the third movement... Wow. What a beautiful ending to a thoroughly well-written poem. The way you brought personality and life to your Muse and Poet via their dialogue was incredible. Beyond the fact that you kept a rhyme scheme that flowed seamlessly (which is no small feat), the story here is truly remarkable
TL;DR --> You did an amazing job, and I loved reading this!
That I shall and will, good sir.
Funny enough, the back and forth writing style was inspired by a rather dark and scary poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuicUuraNk8
But I wanted to make my own version that was more romantic yet as emotional; so to hear that you felt the emotions as well.
That was on part a reminder for myself and some others about how the things we think can sometimes consume us and separate us from our reality, though I long for the comfort of someone like Cheera I must admit she will only remain in my dreams as you put it.
Again, Eliot and Shakespeare are responsible for influencing my flow of rhyme scheming while also including imagery.
Thank you so much for the kind words, glad you enjoyed this, I promise more are to come, and welcome back I guess.
Funny enough, the back and forth writing style was inspired by a rather dark and scary poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uuicUuraNk8
But I wanted to make my own version that was more romantic yet as emotional; so to hear that you felt the emotions as well.
That was on part a reminder for myself and some others about how the things we think can sometimes consume us and separate us from our reality, though I long for the comfort of someone like Cheera I must admit she will only remain in my dreams as you put it.
Again, Eliot and Shakespeare are responsible for influencing my flow of rhyme scheming while also including imagery.
Thank you so much for the kind words, glad you enjoyed this, I promise more are to come, and welcome back I guess.
O.O That was dark and scary 😬 I prefer your story! And it’s tough; if any idea or goal or dream consumes us, it’s no longer a healthy or beneficial pursuit. However, if it’s balanced with proper insight then it’s fine 😊
If William or T.S. could’ve read it, I’m sure they would’ve appreciated the nods to their own work 😉
And you’re always very welcome 😊 Keep up your craft!
If William or T.S. could’ve read it, I’m sure they would’ve appreciated the nods to their own work 😉
And you’re always very welcome 😊 Keep up your craft!
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