Midnight Breeze

As enchanting as a fantasy,
you move gently and whisper to me;
Good night, my dear,
those words were softly spoken.
As strong as a Lion,
the force--come, hush...slowly.
As fragrant as the ocean,
sweetly pass by my nose.
Alas, and did was I to regret,
Ah! rare madness to remember;
The day is yet to be fulfilled,
timid, I always believed.

Reviews

[Mauricio Montoya]

nice work.

[Elaine de Valiant]

Thank you :)

[Mauricio Montoya]

you're welcome.

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Wow, I love the imagery in this poem. Your discourse also transitions well with your structure. Great job, Elaine :)

[Elaine de Valiant]

thanks Cord ! :)