My Love

My Love

A Poem by The Lancashire Rose

I received a very beautiful tribute and the answer to my questions today, and this is my reply.


In the pale of day

where dark clouds nestle in a provocative blue sky

I reach for you.


“My love, let me trace your lips

with fingers from a feathered touch.

Let me nuzzle the soft hair in the nape of your neck,

and listen to your shallow breath whispering in my mind.”


There is an unfamiliar stillness tonight,

and fear is approaching, torturing me.


“My love, why do you not answer me?”


I hate this passage in time

when confusion rears and pain is but a coming dream.

Where are you, I long for your touch?

I awake and see your smile,

I can feel the shivers down my spine as

your breath caress  my face,

kiss me my love.


“Oh how I loathe these moments of chilled passion

were questions are never answered,

the truth becomes but a blur

and trust is in the confines of my own hand,

so small, so tender.”


My love, speak to me in words that only you and I understand,

I need to caress your thoughts,

I want to bury the past in your eyes,

and know that our future is around the corner.


“My love, from where I lie waiting for your passion

I am but an earthly flower

in whose heart I grow,

but by your hand I am nurtured.

Come close my love,

feel my heat, know my dream.

Share my body as you are my eternity,

my fulfilment,  my love.”

© 2013 The Lancashire Rose

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Added on June 22, 2013
Last Updated on June 22, 2013
Tags: love, caress, reach, touch, passion, hands


The Lancashire Rose
The Lancashire Rose

Newtownards, Northern Ireland, Outside the USA, United Kingdom