Love finally sings me its sweet song,
It shows me its beautiful face,
And I am finally held in its embrace,
For when I look into your eyes,
I seem to be looking at love itself,
And when I touch you I feel,
All the burning passion I have held inside so long,
Because of you I finally see why,
Love is so loved.
Copyright © 2013 by
Atirah Jewel
Oh what I would give to hold you again,
Everything,
I remember clearly,
That time we spent together,
Not knowing it would be the last,
How perfect the evening was,
Feasting on the most delicious food,
Reminiscing the times we had with each other,
I was gazing dreamily at the ring you had given me,
It was simple yet more beautiful than any other you could have got me,
Inscribed on it were the words of your love,
Wrapped in each other’s arms we danced,
We spun and twirled until our feet became sore,
My knees were so weak,
I was sure I would fall,
But caught me with your lips,
And carried me to a place to lie,
You held me then,
You said you wouldn’t let go,
Your whispered promise echoed in my mind for hours,
A promise you would come to break,
Leaving me cold all alone,
No longer kept warm by your embrace,
You let me go,
All I can think of is when we danced,
Our last dance,
At the time I didn’t know it,
But I do now,
You will not love me anymore,
You scattered my broken heart on the floor,
And left me to pick up the pieces,
So cruel of you,
Yet I cannot hate you,
I can only think of that night,
When we drank and we kissed,
When we held each other and your promise,
But one thing returns to my mind the most,
Over and over breaking through every thought I have that doesn’t include you,
When we danced,
Our last dance,
So clumsily graceful,
The one thing in this world I will probably never forget,
The other half of my soul,
And the best night we have ever spent together,
Was also unknowingly the night,
Of our last dance.
Copyright © 2012 by
Atirah Jewel
The sweetest thing,
Is just when,
His hands caress my back,
As he pulls me unto him,
He holds me close,
Never to let me go,
He promises to keep me safe,
At his breast,
Forever,
The most beautiful thing,
When his lips caress mine,
With such a soft passion,
In the endless gentle embrace that is love.
Copyright © 2011 by
Atirah Jewel
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