my very marrow trembles with delight
at the intoxicating sight of you and
your presence. my apprehension.
the sweetest scent from memory
and thought pervades my being:
your aroma. my delight.
the greatest symphony
is mere nothing compared to
your melody. my lament.
the passing troubles of this life
fade when i contemplate
your beauty. my inadequacy.
one day i'll fly.
one day i'll jump
and spread my wings
with a seraph by my side.
10.23.2007
thinking of you, part 2
posted by tim at 1:14 AM
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3 comments:
Incroyable...comme toujours.
I hate the word "marrow."
I like the imagery I get from the last part.
I also like the 3rd part.
The rest is crap. LOL THIS IS A JOKE. But seriously.
I love the third lines of each stanza.
I love the whole thing...but I especially love the third lines.
So good, Timothy.
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