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Array ( [sid] => 112519 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => May he find her in the dell [time] => 2006-01-03 22:34:56 [hometext] => The he in the poem is me (of course), and i believe i've found the she... but time will only tell. This is, in my opinion, my best poem. [bodytext] => Wind breathed in my heart of hearts
To fuel the fiery dell
A quiet meadow burning
Where the thought of romance dwells

Passion locked in a chamber
Raging still for the day
When its maiden shall join him
When, in the dell his dear lay

Restoring life to the fields
Living; but not a dream
His lovely drenching the flame
Bringing forth glorious stream

And in the dell they shall lay
His love, he will declare
Singing song to the beauty
Wearing flowers in her hair

Is graced by her appearing
Trapped in her eyes so blue
Lifted by her sweet fragrance
That has encompassed the room

But the maiden's not yet his
He's lost in his despair
Searching for her in the dell
Only not to find her there

The passion strong as before
Is a raging fire still
The meadows surely burning
A heart by romance made ill

Oh wind may you stop blowing
To calm the burning flame
Until his lovely maiden
Has truely loved him the same [comments] => 2 [counter] => 185 [topic] => 2 [informant] => tecnorobo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
May he find her in the dell

Contributed by tecnorobo on Tuesday, 3rd January 2006 @ 10:34:56 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



Wind breathed in my heart of hearts
To fuel the fiery dell
A quiet meadow burning
Where the thought of romance dwells

Passion locked in a chamber
Raging still for the day
When its maiden shall join him
When, in the dell his dear lay

Restoring life to the fields
Living; but not a dream
His lovely drenching the flame
Bringing forth glorious stream

And in the dell they shall lay
His love, he will declare
Singing song to the beauty
Wearing flowers in her hair

Is graced by her appearing
Trapped in her eyes so blue
Lifted by her sweet fragrance
That has encompassed the room

But the maiden's not yet his
He's lost in his despair
Searching for her in the dell
Only not to find her there

The passion strong as before
Is a raging fire still
The meadows surely burning
A heart by romance made ill

Oh wind may you stop blowing
To calm the burning flame
Until his lovely maiden
Has truely loved him the same




Copyright © tecnorobo ... [ 2006-01-03 22:34:56]
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Re: May he find her in the dell (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Wednesday, 4th January 2006 @ 05:58:17 AM AEST
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Very sweet write.
huggs,
emy


Re: May he find her in the dell (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Wednesday, 4th January 2006 @ 06:11:23 AM AEST
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This is beautiful.....Good luck..
Jenni




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