My love, Moonlight Sonata.

Hello my love;
My love is a waterfall.

A sky at the rivers end.
My love is not pretend.

No wish to preserve,
my love is more deserved.

The note that floats into space,
my love is not erased.

Lost my love is,
unable to find the right.

My love cannot wait,
as a man in a fight.

My love is riding in disguise,
in hope that it might find.

But my love is crashing down.
Lost and never found.

By Chris Holmberg
Moonlight Sonata 09/18/09 3:15 pm

Reviews

[GreenSkeleton16]

My love cannot wait,
as a man in a fight.
only part i didnt like but very good poem overall!

[Jane Lockheart]

this is with out a doubt my favorite poem I've read so far. it is beautiful. you are very, very talented!

[VelvetRosetta]

Sweet!!! Beautifully done.

[Jenna]

The title caught me because I love Moonlight Sonata its a beautiful piece achingly beautiful by a damaged man and his sorrow leaks into his music where it touches the very core of you to weeping tears

[:)]

I like the ending of this ..

You speak of something a lot of us feel.
Where is that ideal someone that
we may show them all the love
baring beneath our souls..