A HUNDRED POEMS - XXXI

There within that meadow beneath that weeping willow came to me my love!

Upon golden wings and gossamer hair What separation held

dissolved unto bliss my heart gently held within angelic mist!

There within that meadow beneath that weepy willow

Saw a rebirth of my soul

and fear fled, sorrow too

and weepy willow cried

  "what soul once chained

    NOW FREED!"

And now my Mouth uncontained I speak:

From depths unknown, a love divine emerged,

Within that meadow, where destinies converged.

Upon golden wings, like sunbeams in flight,

Two souls entwined, bound by love's pure light.

Gossamer hair, a cascade of silk so fair,

A gentle touch, a celestial affair.

The separation, a fleeting illusion, unfurled,

As hearts dissolved, enraptured in the world.

Bliss unfurled its petals, caressing every part,

Within angelic mist, love's essence touched the heart.

A symphony of whispers, an enchanting embrace,

In that meadow's sanctuary, time found solace.

Beneath the weeping willow, a sacred shrine,

A rebirth of the soul, like sweet-scented wine.

Fear, once a specter, dispersed into the air,

Sorrow took flight, vanishing without a care.

The weeping willow, moved by the sight,

Its branches trembled, tears of pure delight.

"What soul once chained, now liberated and free!"

It sang to the heavens, announcing love's decree.

The meadow, a witness, adorned in nature's hue,

Rejoiced in the union of love, so rare and true.

A hundred poems whispered on the gentle breeze,

As the weeping willow wept, its heart at ease.

So, in that meadow beneath the weeping willow's sway,

Love's transformative power forever holds sway.

A testament to freedom, to love's eternal plight,

A sacred dance unfolding, bathed in heavenly light.

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Reviews

[Coffee Vampier]

You would enjoy writing a movie like the secret garden. I love the romantic light and soft poetry you could give it. I love this.