Valentine's Day, is it not a good day for poetry?
Until now, I've just been lurking around, making some comments
and wisecracks. It's time I got my feet wet (so to speak)
and actually posted a poem. I wrote this several years ago,
and presented it at open-mic poetry readings. (also gave it to
a special lady friend) Since this is a public forum and the
poem has never officially been published, I have added a
copy-right notice in order to retain rights.
Any comments are welcome.
AFFINITY
In my silent contemplation
There's a hint of expectation
And the promise of elation
In the image of your face.
While a latent excitation
Waxes brazen, to fixation;
Is it just infatuation
Or the need for your embrace?
Oh, my love, I could describe you;
Euphemistically contrive to
Paint your loveliness
With time-worn simile and metaphor.
But no quaint phrase or talk of roses
Ever could expose
The beauty of your soul
Or its tenderheartedness.
So I long for your compassion;
And a surging pulse of passion
Comes to me in such a fashion
As to overwhelm my heart.
Then I contemplate the essence
Of your smiling effervescence
And the shining incandescence
That your presence does impart.
©2009, Paul Amorose
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Mixtli is not the first to say that.
The usual reaction I get:
"*You* wrote that?"
I am a multi-faceted person.
(Come to think of it, 'multi-faceted'
is the definition of 'facetious')
:-)