Watching You Bloom

Watching You Bloom

A Poem by serpent

You are appreciated.


I fall asleep and then awake
Focused on your face
Lost inside eternity
Within your eyes, within your grace
I, a mere peasant
Wrapped in dreams of tender touches
From the softness of your fingers
In the presence of such lushness
You're what beauty had in mind
When it graced us with its presence
So I'm drawn into your light
Into your essence
I, a mere observer
Of evolution beyond chains
Watch you weave a world of whispers
Into better things than pain
You may not hear me
But I cheer for you always
To embrace your independence
That I know you'll achieve someday
The world is lucky for
Your creativity and beauty
So I sit within your sun
And hope you eagerly include me
So please continue blooming
For your presence on its own
Makes a landscape full of wonder
In the places that you've grown.

© 2011 serpent

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it's so beautiful

Posted 8 Years Ago

Love this one! Your putting the subject up on a pedestal like you have shows your raw and unadulterated love for this person and how you want them to grow as well. Beautiful!

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Absolutely stunning! Full of heartfelt emotion, and expression! Uplifting, encouraging and comforting. I can feel that the object of your appreciation reciprocate, and would more than eagerly include you. Thank you for your writing and beautiful comments as well. XD

Posted 8 Years Ago

What encouraging words to a budding soul... I feel that I appreciate the humility in your tone. For when lower ourselves to put others upon a pedestal then we ourselves are exalted. And you, my dear, are heavenly in my eyes for such words of endearment, appreciation, and love. Moving in ways I cannot describe.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Bloomin' beautiful!! A write filled with love and grace, commitment, tenderness but also, a great sense of respect towards this perfect blossom of yours.
Gorgeous imagery...I love!!

Posted 8 Years Ago

Wow I, a mere peasant, saw the beauty of a queen, everything was divine, that what I visualize when I read this. Excellent write.

Posted 8 Years Ago

this is lovely, you've perfected the art of speaking directly to the reader, you draw me in until I hope beyond hope that I might be the lucky poet referred to . . . perfect and lovely write

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on November 23, 2010
Last Updated on March 11, 2011
Tags: love, tribute



Delhi, India

If only I could feel the touch of fresh air the sound of the tides and feel emotions pulling me back again. If only I could feel me pulling back again and feel embraced b.. more..

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