My Heartsblood

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    My Heartsblood

     Like the dew is to the grass on a summer morning, you are my drink from the cup of life

    When the sunset greets my face with a warm and gentle smile, you are at my side

    Touching my hand gently and feeling a sensation as soft as a spider's web

    I feel the aura from your heart and it is a compliment to the embrace of your kiss

    Your lips are but an entrance to your soul that I grasp and hold on to it for dear life everyday

    The eyes of an angel so pure and blue meet my hazel with a twinkle of compassion and happiness

    All the sensations come together as one when I hold you in my arms and hear your heart flutter against mine

    The love we share is eternal and I see now why life is such a precious gift for it is indeed the present

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    byjax commented on My Heartsblood

    06-08-2009

    Raven, you have a wonderful poetic combination of phrase... but it tends to be poetically prosaic.. the feeling is there, but not the rhythm... "When the sunset greets my face with a warm and gentle smile"... "soft as a spider's web"... "aura from your heart"... beautiful. Do you mean "compliment" or "complement"... both fit, but... byjax
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    alley commented on My Heartsblood

    05-29-2009

    i really like this one a lot you really can feel the mood of how you were feeling you deffinitly wanted to feel loved and i really felt that you were sayen that through your poem here. good job and keep up your good work
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    RavenBridge

    05/30/2009

    Thanks so much Alley for your comments. You are a wonderful girl and a talented poet. Keep up the good work yourself! I just put a new poem on my profile tonight entitled "Poof". If you want, take a look and see what you think. Take care. :-)

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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