Moonlight Shadows
Moonlight’s Shadow: A poem for my wife
by A. B. Schwamlein
O, for moonlight’s shadow
to gaze upon thy face.
Tossed by ocean’s throw,
enraptured by thy grace.
What dream of beauty,
What perfect passion;
Fire hides in thee.
Whitehot, love’s intention
burns to set us free.
O, hope of love,
love’s hope doth see
greater even the deepest sea.
O love, dare I enough
to draw thee in,
and by my love
thy heart to win?
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This is beautiful Brannon. I hope to see more of your poetry soon!
neumannk said this on June 18, 2008 at 9:50 am |