The Messenger (poem)

Sing to her heart a precious memory

Reveal to her what word cannot express

Let vivid dreams her hopes and soul caress

My messenger of all that’s meant to be


Ignite the hidden wonder you possess

To help her drift upon her fantasy

An ocean which will be her destiny

And days the sweetly scented breeze will bless


There’s so much more I wish I could impart

Yet every grand expression still felt short

My messenger confused I turn to you


Sing to her heart with fragrance of your art

And every breath of love help me exhort

My messenger my rose make wishes true

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Moms-Secret 2 years ago from Central Florida

What a sweet escape you have given me this morning my dear mad friend. I swayed and danced draped in a soft, flow-y, simple red dress in my minds eye as I listened to your waltz and read your words.

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billybuc 2 years ago from Olympia, WA

Beautiful work once again, Martin!

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kidscrafts 2 years ago from Ottawa, Canada

Beautiful poem and wonderful music! I can see myself valsing in the arms of my sweetheart :-)

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DJ Anderson 2 years ago

How very unique and charming, Martin!

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vkwok 2 years ago from Hawaii

Amazing work!

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Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and beautiful. Loved the music too.

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