The Portrait

The Portrait

A Poem by Twilight
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On purpose, I kept an old-fashioned kind of feel for this poem. It is about a man's yearning for his lover, after she has departed from this realm. Perhaps it is also a homage to love.

"

 

Her Portrait Hangs,

Day And Night,

At Every Dawn,

I Cherish The Sight,

Of My Lost Lover Gwenivere,

Whose Purity Of Heart Was Crystal Clear

 

I Sit And Gaze Upon That Face,

Alone At Night,

Without Respite,

I Cherish The Sight Of My Gwenivere

 

From Dawn To Dusk,

In Her I Trust,

To Keep My Thoughts,

Away From Lust

 

But She Is No More,

Whilst I Am Here,

For The Love Of Another,

Is Yet To Appear

 

But How Could Anyone Take The Place,

Of Such Great Beauty,

And Endless Grace?

 

I Still Remember,

Her Beauteous Face,

That Tender Body,

And Warm Embrace

 

Eternal But Blind,

I Always Find,

No Greater Gift,

Than Love Divine.

© 2009 Twilight


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But How Could Anyone Take The Place,
Of Such Great Beauty,
And Endless Grace?
I Still Remember,
Her Beauteous Face,
That Tender Body,
And Warm Embrace
Eternal But Blind,
I Always Find,
No Greater Gift,
Than Love Divine.

Beautiful tribute to love mixed with a twinge of sadness. Love that last verse...poetically genius.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Beautifully written piece you have penned here. Has an old poetry feel to it, and a great tone for medieval times. Well done! Found it a pleasure to read, and I look forward to reading more of your work. PW

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Great rhyme and flow. Very nice--and I love the old feel. It reminded me a bit of those Edgar Allen Poe poems about his lost loves.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I'm very interested now, the rhyme scheme seems so complex, and yet it is very humble. It sets a great tone for the poem-I also love the way it makes me feel as though this was written by a Knight, not because of actual medieval verbiage so much as the position of the words you did use..."But She Is No More, Whilst I Am Here" Love it!
Great write, thanks for sharing!


Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

But How Could Anyone Take The Place,
Of Such Great Beauty,
And Endless Grace?
I Still Remember,
Her Beauteous Face,
That Tender Body,
And Warm Embrace
Eternal But Blind,
I Always Find,
No Greater Gift,
Than Love Divine.

Beautiful tribute to love mixed with a twinge of sadness. Love that last verse...poetically genius.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is sooo beautiful, it reminds me of Edgar Allen Poe for some reason, this is simply stunning. I love the Neo-classical style, and the general loving essence of it.
Thanks so much for sharing!

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Eternal But Blind,
I Always Find,
No Greater Gift,
Than Love Divine.

Sweet words...beautifully and poetically written...
Nicely done, Julian.

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

This is a very beautiful write I like it, it is sensual....Kim

Posted 15 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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