Aubade Poem by Crimson Love
Aubade
At dawn this song of love is sung,
A sweet Serenade carressing, a beauties eardrum,
Lost within the sweeness of this melody,
we slowly slip in and out of reality,
More than mere clothes shall come undone,
Words are left to be pondered, and replayed,
A repition of my Crimson heart beat.
At dawn this Song of love is sung,
A sweet serenade, carressing a beauties eardrum,
A faint tinge of blood rushes to her cheeks,
Love dost touch the faint color from the heart,
Marks upon the mind are made,
from the gentle notes of this serenade.
Wo0o0o0o0ow it's amazing, and so melodic, the words are chosen perfectly, a gr8 piece of work :)
Ohw! so well written, and touching, such thought grabbing from this piece.
With the lines like this you hypnotising my me to read your poems again and again all over again. History repeats in itself again and again. I gain something each time I read. 'At dawn this song of love is sung, A sweet Serenade caressing, a beauties eardrum, ' So Read carpet welcome to the young poetess to walk more miles in her life if only she writes poems like this! Ha! Ha! Ha! :) :) :) :) All smile for you crimson LOVE...
Very touchy poetry... I like the way of using confused words and also composition of the words in this poem.... it's well written. very imaginative to make visuals in the soul of each reader..... Thumbs up...
I love this poem, its exactly what I've been through today, no joke! ! ! !
Ohw! so well written, and touching, such thought grabbing from this piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 12:19:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I enjoyed reading this a really good poem. A really good write.