Finding The Word
I want poetry that no one ever seen before,
I opened the dictionary and made love with the most beautiful word I found...
I won’t search in the wind, in the sun or in a shore...
I listen the words of my soul and write them just like they sound.
I could compare your shiny look
With the tipical sun metafore,
But I won’t,
I could describe your smile
Like everyone does and no more...
But I won’t.
Cause this poem is for you,
You’re the one I’m writing to,
Is for you that I play this song.
You’re beautiful,you’re clever,
You float like a feather.
You’re gorgeous,you’re sweet,
You always put me on my knees.
I’m blowing my mind apart
Trying to find the right adjective,
Trying to describe how it feels my heart,
Something I can’t explain, something too intensive.
Special may be enough for the girl next door,
But not for an every hour friend,
Not for a girl I adore,
But all I want you to know
Is that I did my best....
You’re really something...now I can rest...
Dedicated to...Dé
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Pois é...! Aqui está um blog brilhante! Nunca desistas desta ideia! Tu sabes que tens o dom da poesia! E quem tão bem escreve, deve partilhar a beleza das suas palavras com todos os outros! E nada como deixar um post num poema que eu tanto gosto! Sabes qual é a minha opinião...brilhante! Beijocas da tua amiga e fã poética (ihihihihi!)Malae
Beko...
I can read someone else's poem,
some poem that nobody has ever saw before.
it can even sound great, sad or strong.
but knowing you, i saw where the poem shines.
when there's no other things to see.
reading and thinking made me realize,
that those words couldn't be
nowhere else but in where they are
and where they were ment to be.
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