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Beautiful Serenade
#WritcoPoemPrompt12
Let her sleep deep,
Let us not weep,
For she is at her journey’s end,
Left with no memories to mend.
I wish to serenade my beloved. Wanting her to receive the musical breeze. While strumming my guitar strings, blending where her thought patterns lie. There should be a circling wind that carries every note, until it ends. With lines the sparkle within her soul to remain. Her of the irresistible sentiments that will open our beautiful love where it maintains. Love flooding upon memories, shifting through the clouds above. The serenade will sound sweeter, unlocking her fantasies stored away inside. I shall wait below her bedroom window. Alerting her about our romantic cabin in the sky. Soon her will open up her front door, and I will extend my arms, welcoming her to hide. She would be getting closer to an incredible fantasy. Only designed for our impatient minds. While we share between one another poetry that shall forever bloom. Like a single red rose received. Gently. Supplying love with our hopes to believe. Everything unseen. Faith reigns supreme. As we adjust our gaze. Into the atmosphere far away. Higher callings shall smile. Whispering while we receive a spiritual life. Bonded by the perfect dream. Expecting to love again. Beautiful serenade.
© Daniel Mason
Let her sleep deep,
Let us not weep,
For she is at her journey’s end,
Left with no memories to mend.
I wish to serenade my beloved. Wanting her to receive the musical breeze. While strumming my guitar strings, blending where her thought patterns lie. There should be a circling wind that carries every note, until it ends. With lines the sparkle within her soul to remain. Her of the irresistible sentiments that will open our beautiful love where it maintains. Love flooding upon memories, shifting through the clouds above. The serenade will sound sweeter, unlocking her fantasies stored away inside. I shall wait below her bedroom window. Alerting her about our romantic cabin in the sky. Soon her will open up her front door, and I will extend my arms, welcoming her to hide. She would be getting closer to an incredible fantasy. Only designed for our impatient minds. While we share between one another poetry that shall forever bloom. Like a single red rose received. Gently. Supplying love with our hopes to believe. Everything unseen. Faith reigns supreme. As we adjust our gaze. Into the atmosphere far away. Higher callings shall smile. Whispering while we receive a spiritual life. Bonded by the perfect dream. Expecting to love again. Beautiful serenade.
© Daniel Mason
