I know your eyes in the morning sun
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain
And the moment that you wander far from me
I want to feel you in my arms again
How Deep Is Your Love – Bee Gees
I feel your skin reflect the flames from the fireside
But it’s no match to heat felt deep inside
And in the fire of your kiss I’m simply undone
It’s a fervor repeated all night long
Like a pleasantly broken record, like a recorded song
Then my alarm breaks through the throes of passion
In the reality of dawn my heart start to sag
Like the air gradually seeping from an airbag
As I awaken to the new day just begun
I know your eyes in the morning sun
I try so hard to hide this – thing it’s so surreal
It asks much more of me than I deign to feel
You are so close and yet so far to attain
There’s far too many years between our ages
No reconcile of which I find assuages
All the emotions I try so hard to refrain
The greenhouse effect when I think of you
And in my heart’s downbeat knowing, you feel this too
Like in ways I simply cannot explain
I feel you touch me in the pouring rain
You have all my desires in a bottleneck
And by taking my lead you’re equally in check
I tell myself that this simply cannot be
But “To hell with convention!” I used to tout
When did this prudish side come about?
Who’s this face in the mirror that I see?
The mandates of the norm are quite daunting
What’s this humbug to deny my inner wanting?
In the moments when we touch accidentally
And the moment that you wander far from me
Behind closed eyes you are my backbone
‘T’is but a number twixt what I can condone
Won’t lie to myself, that’s it beyond my ken
The sway of emotions when you look in my eyes
And I know it’s nothing but a pack of lies
When I say I can live without you, but then
Am I willing to risk you for my pride’s shortfall?
I discover that you are what I want after all
For my eyes are wide open now and I still yen
I want to feel you in my arms again
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Me and my fave poetic form the Glosa , again.
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wow…lots of emotion in this one…lov eis a funny thing and try as we might to fight it sometimes….it does come with a risk as well…we will lose something…maybe our pride but better that than missing the love…
“.it does come with a risk as well…we will lose something…maybe our pride but better that than missing the love…”
Truth. Thanks Brian.
Another inspired by the lyrics of song! I had to follow my nose and the link to the explanation of what the Glosa is [new to me for sure].
Guilty as charged, Tino. I have written several Glosas, but l I did say it was my favorite form. I tend to use song lyrics, but lines from another poets work can be used as the cabeza also. Give it a try, I’d love to read once you do.