Poetic Ramblings

Beauty my enchanter
captor of my heart
the ravishing presence-
that stands before me
taking my everything
but you do not steal ant of it-
for I gladly hand over all that I am
so very much of you-
all that I have seen thus far is too right for me
and I wish to give you all that I am
share everything with you
bring you into my life
and hopefully-
never see the day-
when I must again live without you
as the wonderous part of my life-
that you have become

She lit my mind ablaze
and burnt it to cinders
so much do I burn for her
she who can't exist
yet does
she who I once perfected-
the image of in my mind
and on seeing her walking
I lost faith in reality
for reality bars her existance
and she does breathe
and I do yearn-
to touch this magical creature
for whom I burn
this beauty who can't be-
yet is

I had dreamed of a woman
of beauty to make gods jealous
when I saw her walk
my world was turned upside down
to but be near her
was to revel in a presence
that was surely amazing
and when I heard she had thoughts of me
I was speechless
when we talked, laughed, smiled
I was joyous to say the least
but then she vanished
went about her life without me
I am meant not to hold her forever
built so high was my joy
as was my everything else
and now I sit here
so low
quiet
and alone
tired of being treated this way
but unsure of how to change it
and I cry

I love her more than words can say
more than many will ever know
perhaps more than even I will ever know
if only there was a definition-
of my extent of feeling for her
if only I had something-
to compare my love with
I can only say-
that I love her more than the fish love the ocean
more than the stars love the night
more than the clouds love the sky
even more than the trees love the soil
I love her so very, very much
this much-
and more

Beauty dances all around me
yet I am so frightened-
to do more than smile-
shyness overpowers my everything
makes me unable to even speak
I wish that my shyness wasn't so strong
I would like to speak to beauty
to speak beyond friendship
to learn about her-
know almost everything
and hold beauty again-
without fearing her running away
But for now-
if I could only bring myself-
to speak

As I saw a vision of beauty-
she felt so right
everything in me said that it was her-
the woman that I was told of the night before
she who would bring me happiness
she who would be the one-
the woman who would become like a dream-
be perfection for me-
in every way
She-
who now-
I must conquer my shyness of
and talk to
hopefully-
make her a friend

Once again,
I sit amongst beauty
amongst the glorious company
I am thankful for this chance
this time speny amongst loveliness
this chance to let my mind wander
and as it wanders-
to glance upon an amazingly wonderful face
to look in the eyes
and have a beautiful thought-
about holding her in my arms-
tasting of her lips-
and thinking about the wonderful life
that we would have together
And then-
she continues on her way
leaving my mind hungry-
wanting another quick fantasy

Even in heaven
her beauty would be unequaled
she is an angel on earth
whose amazing being
could outshine
even the brightest stars
the inner beauty
is alone enough-
to have no equal
there is nothing
in heaven
on earth
or even in anyone's wildest imaginings
that can come remotely close
to matching the radiance
of her spirit

my eyes have yet to drink in her everything
my hands have yet to feel her soft touch
yet my everything yearns for her
of her, I don't know a lot
but what I do know about her
is absolutely wonderful
I have read words written by her hands
and spoken with her
so natural does it seem to know her
so happy am I that she found me

and if i could see her now
if i were to but here her voice
i would behold beauty
such that men have sought for years
i have seen her before-
and again do i wish to drown in her light
to have my spirit raised-
as she does by just being
were she here now
joy would fill me
until then
her memory is all that I have

A dream may be as beautiful
or as wonderful
No dream can be as amazing
as enchanting
surely not as real
as she is
Everything about her is wonder,
at the same time
having such amazing beauty
and complete enchantment
Not a dream,
but reality
I can see her
touch her skin and know she is real
and never wish to sleep again

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Emily Dickinson, my favorite poet.

I cannot live with you (No. 640), my favorite poem, by Emily Dickinson.