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By Nance
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17 March 2008 |
It's obvious I didn't pay much attention to rhyme or rhythm writing this verse. What matters to me here is the meaning, the sense of it.
She is rare.
To her nobody can compare.
Nobody in this world.
Nobody on this Earth.
She’s a rose.
She is rare.
There’s nobody who can dare
Touch her or possess her.
She is made to charm,
And no harm.
She is rare,
You must prepare
To be a fine match.
And her life is longer
If your feeling’s stronger.
And your love is real
If there’s no fear
In your heart.
She is rare…
2008
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Hello Ann
Written by Josie (2825 comments posted) 17th March 2008 | It's nice to see you back on GW and writing a poem in English. If only my languages were good enough to write in another language as you do. Also, there aren't the spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes that we're getting with lots of English young people. Congratulations. As for the poem - well, "she must be very rare" for you to mention all the ways. When you say:
And her life is longer
If your feeling’s stronger.
you could be quite right, for they say you live longer and are happier when you know someone loves you. You have an inner contentment.
Well done!
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Written by mr_soul (126 comments posted) 17th March 2008 | | Enjoyed this poem, full of such passion and intensity. I really like it |
Written by Nance (86 comments posted) 21st April 2008 | | Thank you guys, I appreciate your interest. I'm gald you liked it. |
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