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~~~ Simply Her ~~~

Updated on January 29, 2014

~ Simply Her ~


Should a final kiss, which dignified thy lips with rubescent, poppy crown swear of its own absence for ever? I should ne’er breaketh oath but a vow of never seeing thee again I would not keep. Hearken henceforth; ‘twas the anthem you never sang to me; the one you retained in thy deepest heart that I found the most beautiful; the one which reached out to sojourn through other ballads in hopeful conation, to illustrate how you really felt but could not; mental jerks, endeavouring to connect, but were lost in misunderstandings of the heart. But know that your name is scribed upon the clouds and in the sunshine; the fearless trailblazer of the early bright; verily, thou art the argent polish, etched into the ivory glitz of a lunar tint, courageous orb of an ageless eve.

As a purple saxifrage grips the craggy mountains, oft-times trembling beneath her nocturnal bead, so art ye the lonely flower which barely exists upon the silhouette of her yoretime cratered scrobiculations, in apogee of quiet ellipse. Yet shall I see my love in the rising dawn, though thou art no longer here ‘neath the same ‘morn as I.

Like the empty sward which a cloudberry may leave behind, so once again shall its abhorrence by nature make way for an occupation by even greater and more glorious beauty. I have fathomed a resting place for these eyne at last; your heart and smile assert their throne; such apprized cathedra shall never usurp their bearer, who will cherish thee…. always.

Thy embrace is my tutor, regaling more of love than any other lesson. Your childish heart is like a goddess to my life, moulded by the God of all gods. I shall write of thee and what fortune your fairness possesses, for whensoever death reaches forth from charcoaled shadows of blackest onyx in which he plays, to rob its vision in this world, yet shall remain a sight which triumphs o’er him with permanency that must reign beyond his brief tenure.

As nature shows us mysterious rhapsodies of fleeting physical beauty, yet does its fragile tenderness speak of eternal aeons. Summer is forever and winter is but her scar. Let your virtue be my only vice; let me break the chains and smash the manacle of thy Cimmerian thoughts, for you make devotion overrule all reason; but do not try to civilize this passion; would you be as quick to straightjacket a Bengal tiger with Tuxedo?

I see nature as God’s poems to us, waiting to be discovered; yes; e’en minutiae of the least creature boasts ‘ God was here ‘.

Aye, the barren page which awaits the poet every day before they rub a sleepy squint might one day threaten with its blankness; after all, perpetuity shall still be there whether witnessed or not. Is the triumphant oak made more beautiful still, by having been observed with the eye that hath seen its henna pillar? Does one alter its substance for thee by what they see? If one observed a scarlet woman and deduced only the chaste virgin she once was, would that change her? Could her professional smile of velvet katana hope to blot out the frown from the child lost within? Like the tree; is it not just bark and leaf? Chlorophyll and pulp? No. It is a lofty sculpture of the highest order; a masterpiece of wind and rain, life and death, wielded by the brush strokes of His hand, overlaying its yesterday with the plinth of today; an abstract of the absolute; everlasting symbol of life itself, simultaneously grasping the earth and reaching for the sky with root and bough respectively, proudly standing tall upon the imperishable canvas of eternity.

My darling; to me, you are the oil which feeds the stars above; I never saw them until I saw them with you. Now, through them, I see only you. Is it foolishness or noble frailty this predilection for thee? Foul jealousy assailed thou with retributive anger, but shall pay heed to its bitter sermon no more. I see your blush of maiden rouge from afar which declares, in its acquaintance, you are all woman.

Would death ever adjourn, stoop to pluck an autumn crocus, respire its bouquet and expect to remain the same? Surely he would perish for warping his own nature. In the same way, do not ask thy swain to stop loving thee; what pleasure is afforded by cherishing mourning weeds?

So, as this day departs with its colourful, bulging file consigned to a drawer in history:


“ ‘Till seen by future’s greatest dean,

Remembrance lost in time’s unseen,

Yea, cry for me, I’ll bleed for you,

‘Tis then, we’ll know our love was true. “


EXEUNT OMNES.

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Oh, so lovely and passionate piece here to that one who inspired. Love the line, "but do not try to civilize this passion; would you be as quick to straightjacket a Bengal tiger with Tuxedo?" haha love it. Yes, nothing boring going on over on this side of HP Town.

      Up and more and sharing

      Blessings and have a great day,

      Faith Reaper

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 3 years ago from The Caribbean

      This, in my opinion, describes how love should impact the lovers. "Thy embrace is my tutor," and "I never saw them [the stars] until I saw them with you." This is an empowering love. You're raising the bar, Romeos.

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      Eiddwen 3 years ago from Wales

      Truly beautiful Romeo.

      Thanks for sharing your wonderful poems and enjoy your day.

      eddy.

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      LaThing 3 years ago from From a World Within, USA

      Beautiful, wonderful, truly a capturing piece! The heart simply skips a beat! Of course, you know what you are doing to all these women... LOL

      Take care :)

      Voting up and everything

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      Anna Haven 3 years ago from Scotland

      I felt this was referring to a higher spiritual level not just a mortal love.

      Very beautiful. For me 'like the tree [...] upon the imperishable canvas of eternity,' was my favourite.

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      Audrey Howitt 3 years ago from California

      There are so many wonderful images here for me--the strength of love and its ability to endure is where I went with this

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      Phyllis Doyle Burns 3 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

      Ahh -- and they all go out. Beautiful prose, Romeo, so full of romance and passion. Was it a play he was in, or was it real life? It does not matter, for the love and passion was there nonetheless. Lovely. Passionate. Strong and gentle. Wild and quiet. I love it !

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      Jane Arden 3 years ago

      Seriously Romeos. This is one I would love to hear you read. I aspire to be a good as writer/poet as you. If you kept all these beautiful words full of emotion and life within you, I'm sure you would explode in the end.

      (((The barren page which awaits the poet every day before they rub a sleepy squint might one day threaten with its blankness))))

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hi Faith Reaper,

      Did you find your igloo? lol! I just read about that. So funny, and prophetic as well you ordering such, seeing as the snow quickly followed in pursuit.

      Thanks for stopping by for a glanceroo at the quilled goods, and for your blessings which I return with consummate gratitude for the continued health and well-being of your kind self, and your two and four-legged family.

      I hope things have thawed a little now. Thank you.

      With Warm Regards,

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hi MsDora,

      I trust you are doing fine and yes indeed; empowering the powerless, or perceived powerlessness of a disenfranchised love to maintain that little flower of faith was certainly part of the verse - very astute to spot such.

      Thank you for flying over and enjoy a lovely evening.

      Kind Regards,

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      It's good to have you drop by Eddy and your poetry is always exquisite, reflecting a wonderful Welsh heart.

      Many thanks for your uplifting and encouraging remarks.

      Cheerio!

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hey LaThing!

      It's impossible to wear out the words ' Thank you ' with you so......thank you.

      If you'd care to enlighten me in regards to the lion's share of your comment, I'd sure be richer for being in receipt of such an experience of illumination :)

      You take care as well and thank you for being so sweet - really touching.

      Best Wishes,

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      You're right Anna with your bullseye remarks; especially ' agape ' and teetering ' eros ' in dire straits which require some semblance of an answer if one is to face life head on. It's a pleasure to know that you liked part of it, which makes it feel like it is worthwhile if even one person can take away even a small part, to hopefully enrich another life on whatever level they are comfortable with.

      Kind Regards to you and yours in bonny Scotland;

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Yes indeed Audrey:-

      " Bonds of love severely tested; strained and stressed, aye, ne'er bested. "

      Thank you for sailing by and docking your considerate reportage here.

      With Kind Regards,

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hi Phyllis,

      So pleased you enjoyed the prose writing on offer and hope you are feeling well.

      Thank you for blessing with your wonderful commentary;

      Sincere Regards,

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hi Lesley,

      That sounds like a good idea, especially for the visually impaired, in order to enhance their appreciation for the English language, or even some kind of Braille format to improve their life in privy areas which might otherwise remain poorer through its exclusion.

      Perhaps it is something all writers could do if they want to reach more people.

      Thanks for starting the 'ol cogs turning, and sending best wishes to you and yours this early morning.

      R.Q.

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