Shadowspoet.

by BlueDreams   Oct 5, 2006


Let the shadows poet say what they please
For beauty is truth, true beauty, that is all.
At tender eye drawn of aurora love
Disperse the seeds of innocence into his heart.

And now his guard has fallen
For he have become weak and under her spell.
Nevertheless, he render his joy
To a woman so beautiful, lineal of a goddess indeed.

Bleedeth his veins they shall
To see her walk the purest of heaven's dreams.
No regrets of how one feels for thee,
Like the hidden scent of an unbudded rose.

Believe how he love thee, believe how near
his soul is to its doom, he would not grieve
For love is divine, as divine as it can be.
he set his weary soul in flames to please.

No honors, no pride, no glory he hold inside.
Just his love at stake,
And her free will to decide.
Cut mercy with a sharp knife to the bone.

A fool his may be possibly,
But love laws his speak with tears,
the love he kept within his heart
For her ever more, his lover....

sept 27 2006.

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  • 15 years ago

    by ForeverASickKid

    Im speechless ! amazing work! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by Mr M

    A masterful piece...

  • 17 years ago

    by NyellMoonlight

    Oh my god, another one superbly written! Wording in the whole poem is great, and the flow is good too. The final impression: Simply breath- taking.
    The most beautiful love poem I read recently.
    You're so talented, I envy your poetic skills!
    5/5 from me.

  • 17 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    For he has become weak and under her spell.
    Nevertheless, he renders his joy
    To a woman so beautiful, lineal of a goddess indeed.

    Bleedeth his veins they shall
    To see her walk the purest of heaven's dreams.
    No regrets of how one feels for thee,
    Like the hidden scent of an unbudded rose.

    Believe how he loves thee, believe how near
    his soul to its doom, he would not grieve
    For love is divine, as divine as it can be.
    he set his weary soul in flames to please.

    No honors, no pride, no glory he has inside.
    Just his love at stake,
    And her free will to decide.
    Cut mercy with a sharp knife to the bone.

    A fool he may be possibly,
    But love laws he speaks with tears,
    the love he kept within his heart
    For her ever more, his lover....

    I corrected a few grammar mistakes. The poem was very beautiful. You did a great job!

  • 17 years ago

    by Nix

    Beautifully written poem, great choice of words.
    -Bleedeth his veins they shall
    To see her walk the purest of heaven's dreams.
    No regrets of how one feels for thee,
    Like the hidden scent of an unbudded rose.-
    ^ my favorite stanza.
    Well done. 5/5