The Emotions of Love
The emotions of love are truly remarkable
They refine my nature and purify my character.
Burns fill my soul with tenderness
I do not deny the value of these passions.
I have boasted of my affection
But what of longing? Where are those who do not yearn?
Rest assured that the heart remains unbothered
By memories that are not yours; accept this truth.
You cannot know the pain I have endured
How can you comprehend the flavor of what you have not tasted?
You have left me with nothing but the faintest trace
And I would sacrifice all for you, even my last breath.
My mornings are filled with sadness that I do not loathe
For there is sweetness deeper than this despair.
This poetry resonates like a melody
Imagine if you could hear it from my lips.
A chorus of breaths escapes my trembling throat
As I navigate through my choking grief.
I do not live according to the whims of love
For your affection is a vow that binds me.
Marvelous Beauty
Sway with half of your being and leave the other half
Do not fear the curvature of your form.
Your silhouette is all one needs to lean upon
These hearts, even when burdened by weakness,
Are entranced by every part of you.
I have grown fondest of your gentle eyes.
If we gathered every glance shared between us
They could not compare to your captivating gaze.
You please both the close and the distant
And deceive both the gentle and the proud.
O exquisite one, as you approach
You gather grace and charm around you.
And when you turn away, you reveal
To the eye what is most beautiful behind you.
Fully adorned, both have their merits
And each is beautiful, equally captivating.
This weight lifts us, yet we remain unaware
While we are secretly moved by this sensation.
Imagine if chances graced us
To seize both fleetingly.
That delicate moment eludes our grasp
Yet we hold tight to what we desire and release what we shun.
We seek you in the morning to kiss you softly
And we embrace you, inhaling the fragrance of your essence,
We would moisten you with our hearts’ blood, even if
It was scarce, refreshing you when wearied.
To Her
Thy lovely form has consumed me entirely
And your exquisite beauty ignites my soul.
It torments me that this belt constrains
The delicacy of your slender waist.
As I grow mad, your thighs provoke my desire
A robust partner encounters such slenderness.
For your eyes, I would abandon all others
I imagine their lids filled with glances of longing.
As if to witness kisses teasingly dripping
Between their enchanting frames.
And the tremors of your heavy lashes
For all they bear is akin to midnight’s depth.
Your love, like scattered shadows from the clouds,
Flows gently into a realm of cloaked pleasures.
As vainness fades beneath spring’s silken veil
And the beauty of the moon measures time.
Adorn yourself with jewelry that entices
Each shimmers on your wrists and ankles.
Your hands for delightfulness guide yours fondly,
Life renews or is lost swiftly in its trails.
The heart’s innermost desires crawl slow
From your cheeks, the shadows persist.
Come, let us shelter that eye, where sparkle hides
With fire and lips that tremble.
Let us break the chains of captivity,
Resting our souls in the tumors of blood tied.
Conversations of Yearning
Renew the breeze of dawn from days gone by
And once more for the topics they inspire—desire.
If the musings of love become unveiled
Let it be, for the truth shall preserve them.
Revive the pledge of aspirations that once
Brought us joy as loyal companions.
When we were together and love was tender
No gaze opened, save those purest of eyes.
We were unaware of our state, just as
The ways of those in love seem a sweet insanity.
The moonlight illuminated this land
Does not your brow overshadow it in delight?
Behold, this pristine dome shook mountains still
For a moment, almost responsive in its burden.
All my hours pass captive at the whim
Of that sweet dawn—the morning star shines.
They questioned us how we fared, of whom
In remembrance of you, how could one not endure?
Love tempers the trials among those of passion
That holding back can bear heavy consequences.
No mutual support arises from anguish then,
For desire’s essence offers the sweetest delights.
It distinguishes between the loves of passion
And their unsung tales, veiled in grief.
We shall not break our pledge, despite your absence
Befitting our equity in this oath.
As the stars keep vigil over the deep night’s sky
Glorifying our love through ebony shades.
A Night with Her
I will not lie, for I am but human
With countless flaws, oft flawed and errant.
Love does not quench my thirsty heart
Nor does it serve as my companion’s sight.
For I have seen all that I struggle against
And often wished I had no sight.
Or that I were a stone, perhaps even a rock
More gracious than myself in despair.
Yet nothing pleases you to deprive me of
When I compare, it renders me restless.
Yet I find solace in what I glimpse
And praise the fortune after mere sight.
My lips tightly sealed, dear heart of mine
And secrets lie hidden in your eyes.
Gaze into the unending hues of crimson
Burning brightly, leaving no remnants.
Longing, desires churn like embers
Captive within, stroking sparks away.
We are both keenly aware of all
That is held by fabric, clothing, desire.
What then do you struggle with, heart of mine
In trying to conceal what cannot endure?
Hypocrisy lies, no patience for what feels
In the rush of excitement when it ignites.
A fool who brags of success denies
From you, sweet whispers and sacred evenings,
They wear down spirits, melting restraint
From those yearning, vibrant youth.
And restore the dreams of lovers who look back
At empty promises and fleeting pulse.
The soul stands strong when it sings
With you for but an hour—world diminished.
For the warm embrace desired by the hearts
Does not yield to calamity or shyness.
Her hand is on my crown, an embrace
In the rush of ambivalence—my sovereign.
For if you had bested me, so be it
For bards and musicians find reason to rejoice.
Should I fail, my disputes in the presence of art
Shall renounce me, forgiving my longing.
The Eternal Anthem
Hopes gather around you, flourishing
Hearts, with eyes as witnesses to their fervor.
My soul ventures to follow your path through the air
Chasing affection, while all others stray.
A restless heart wears itself thin for you, love
Pursued with determination yet never captured.
Souls are answered within you, distant yet near
Hearts mellow from icy indifference.
Artful reflections of my yearning linger on
The realm of affection, free from barriers.
Oh, dwelling upon the heavens, your allure
Tempts love away from stagnation—so close!
In the embrace of passion, all becomes consumed
In the warmth of its brightness.
When the eye surveys longing, it flees disdain
Honest intentions unveiled, difficult truths unfold.
There is no slyness in loving hearts,
If enriched with golden intentions amid the stars.
So what are we without the passion flowing,
As desires still glimmer when chasing bright dreams?
For Sofia
“Sofia,” oh radiant star that shines,
You flatter the hills and brims with grace
Above the languishing lips of silent years,
Cascading smoothness into twilight embraces
And between eyelids drifting in reveries.
Who can reconcile the sweetness that you provide?
Your beauty, a compelling and captivating force,
Encounters pleasure and the challenges of life;
Ah, the more glorious, the more bitter it feels!
When I ponder how your beauty is wrought,
I have wrestled with the myths of your formation.
“Sofia,” the youthful dawns have not enshrined
In their graces the tales you spin,
Slithering through the sands as a serpent,
Hopeful eyes demand treasures they can consume.
As the flowers yearn for the droplets of dew,
They dissolve within the cheeks that blushed anew,
While the blossom revealed in the tender breasts
Gathers strength before this unfolding story.
“Sofia,” on the day that forgets tomorrow,
A mirage unfolds, erasing pain’s tether,
As I live and tend to this garden of delight,
Where shadows weave through the horizon’s embrace.
I Will Speak of You
I shall speak of you, without fear,
A proclamation worthy of awe, nor to disregard.
I will speak of you from the depths of my heart,
From the essence of it all, without pretense.
I shall weave words to commend your grace,
So stars shall intertwine under moonlit seams.
I will summon flames for your tribute,
To illuminate your paths with glowing warmth.
I will advocate for you, without hesitance,
For who else dares but you to invoke elation?
I shall proclaim my love, unguarded by fear,
For none may possess my soul, not a single hand.
No, I am not fated for a distant morning,
O, one who reigns over the monarch of hearts,
With the enchantment found solely within your gaze,
Even the wildest yearnings cannot quell the flare.
Witness how the ignorance lifts from hearts,
Till the silence yields under the breath of secrets.
I will summon the world to you, seeking connection,
For all would yearn to spend a glimpse with thee.
And I will offer between them ten fingers,
So they may bask in the fragrance of your grace.
Displaying treasures through the garden of relief,
I shall show them the divine rooms of paradise,
Yet I shall retain what is mine,
For in your embrace, powers be undone.
I will iterate that they are close yet
Weakened should they gaze upon your countenance,
Shielding your radiant face from their prying eyes,
While gently reminding that your breath alone
Sways the pangs of affection, tenderly.
My Beloved Since Love Dawned
My beloved, since the hour love emerged
From sweet breezes until the twilight prayed.
And since our wings met on a delicate branch,
From there we plunge into the bewitched world.
We safeguard the secrets held within us,
Whispers of our souls unveil their light.
O sweet vision that clouds the spirit,
And mixes every intent in a heavy atmosphere.
O captivating smile that defies the shadows,
And unparalleled nature, essence untouched!
And patient being beside the trials, softening,
Till return to purity, like a gentle breeze.
From me to you a greeting that no quill can equate,
The finesse of a pen could not decipher.
As my soul, when embraced solely by yours,
Remains transfixed at the sight of beloved kin.
My dear, lack of change dwells never between us,
Except our moments of togetherness, which align in heart.
No complaint arises from parched circumstances,
Except springs of life refresh our longing.
We delight in the soft returns as nature calls,
Awakening within, just as blossoms bloom.
Beloved, our love, much like all existence,
Varies only in shades of unaltered connection.
What joy in connection if absence reigns,
And love has lost its refuge from despair?