Andalus
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posted 06 September 2009 12:05
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Cursed
Your face is a curse to me.
It draws me in and binds me to you,
You tempt me ever closer, and I am trapped,
I am held in your snare.
Your face is a curse.
Your face is a curse to me.
An enchantment cast upon my mind.
My senses lost as I marvel in your thrall.
And I am helpless to avail it.
Your face is a curse.
Your face is a curse to me.
For my thoughts dwell on nothing else.
The sole heart of my cares and greatest desires,
Your face everywhere like some haunting dream.
Your face is a curse.
Your face is a curse to me.
For would that I had all of eternity to live,
I would be pained to have so little time in your light,
Your beauty deserving of more than infinity.
Your face is a curse.
And yet...
If your beauty is a blight, I would have no cure.
If your love is a wound, I would love that sore,
If your voice is my peril, I would face the worst,
And if your face is a curse to me, then let me be cursed.
For I would suffer this torment, and I would face any test.
For if your beauty is my curse, then there are none who are blessed.
Andalus
Legionary
posted 15 September 2009 07:47
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Echoes
The sound of an echo, in the caverns of my heart;
The deep throbbing pulse, as the beats drift apart;
The depths of my sorrow; the lost light of my soul;
The emptiness so hollow, and emotions untold.
The skeletal husk, where all that remains,
Is the missing face of my love.
And your name.
Andalus
Legionary
posted 20 September 2009 08:46
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Dream of Beauty
A woven field of red and green,
Bright flowers beneath a sapphire sky.
A cloven path beside a gentle stream,
And on the breeze, a whispered sigh.
A mountain draped with pristine snow,
A silent stillness in the air,
Basking in the alpine glow,
A frozen world without a care.
A rushing ocean in full foam,
Crashing on the rocky shore,
Beneath the surface, monsters roam,
While above the waters, seabirds soar.
An arid desert of shifting sands,
The eternal sun burning from on high.
A calm still there, in the baking lands,
An untamed beauty in that place, so dry.
A woodland dell, in spring's first bloom,
The song of birds drifting through the trees.
Filled with the stem of nature's boon,
A harmony of life, and peace.
From east to west, and north to south,
Dawn chorus to the bright stars' dance
From mountain spring to river's mouth
The world declares its countenance.
The whole of nature on display,
Its glory open to behold.
The wonders of the world through night and day,
A vision of beauty, ages old.
Yet as I stand, on mountains high,
In forest glades, and scenes of bliss,
I know that beneath the crystal sky,
Dwells allure far lovelier than this.
And so I lie beneath a sky of blue,
In woven fields of red and green,
I close my eyes and think of you,
The perfect face of beauty's dream.