The Scent of Magnolias


With the faint sound

of hooting owls

in the distant woods

on a night

lit by candlelight

amidst the fragrant scent of magnolias

in the damp evening air -

My fingers

gently touch

your face

as you move closer and closer

looking into my glazed eyes

longing for devotion

mesmorized by beauty

on a spiritual level

feeling love and desire

burning like fire

consuming you

like heat to wax

but this time

you see a glimpse

of your soul reflected

as you fix your eyes

on the mirror of my mind

there to find truth

so clear

and the joys and sorrows

of yesteryear

Now you may have peace

now you cease to seek

that which has eluded you -

a most natural communion

made not in heaven

but found here on earth

living together

entwined as one

under the moonlight

of a starry night

synchronized

in love.



© Copyright Maria D'Alessandro 2013. All Rights Reserved.

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sam209 3 years ago

Another beautiful poem! It's nice to know that love is on somebody's mind tonight!


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scrittobene 3 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@sam209 - thank you Samuel for dropping by - your valued comments are highly regarded dear friend.


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always exploring 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

This is outstanding in rhyme..Beautifully written....


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epigramman 3 years ago

...again there's a line in here that hinted it might be about yours truly -

"with the faint sound of hooting owls' ...... oh yeah , it's got to be about me.

I so do love your poetic grasp of impressionism in your words.

It's sweetly romantic with the gender awe of femininity.

No one captures the essence of this literary genre better than you Miss M of the monumental quill.

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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. Romantically wonderful Maria. Passing this on.


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scrittobene 3 years ago from Melbourne Australia Author

@always exploring - many thanks once again.

@Epigramman - I can only hope to use my monumental quill to write as proficiently and prolifically as the great Epigramman. Many thanks for your rave review here Colin.

@Gypsy Rose Lee - Thanks for sharing.... Cheers


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ahorseback 3 years ago

I'll never forget how magic my first scent of magnolia was , nor my first real love , or my first heartbreak either , awsome writing !....:-}


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James-wolve 3 years ago from Morocco

This is how poets dance, with their words. I can hear the music .. See the dance floor .. Feel myself swaying with the melodies of the night .. Perfect, this piece is just perfect. You managed to create a whole world with your words.Beautiful love poem.It flows smoothly.Good job!

I loved it :)


Sueswan 3 years ago

Hi Scrittobene

"feeling love and desire

burning like fire

consuming you

like heat to wax"

Amazing imagery!

Voted up and away

Have a good day. :)

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