Cupid's spindle

Cupid's Spindle

 

My mind is like a spindle,

Spinning fantasies of you,

As Cupid, the tireless weaver,

Has spun my heart in two.

 

My sleeping is not restful,

As moving pictures, in the dark,

Of you and I, are dancing,

To sounds sweeter than a lark.

 

My body holds the truth,

Of these feelings within me,

And on your return, it will know,

The taste of sweet ecstasy...

◄ To My Love...

The Recovery of Faith ►

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winston plowes

Mon 14th May 2012 23:03

Loved this one Lucy. Win x

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Andy N

Sat 12th May 2012 20:09

love this a lot, Lucy.. has a sense of language straight up my street x

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Marianne Louise Daniels

Fri 11th May 2012 10:46

Cupid's Spindle - the title is a poem in itself - what an adorable pair of words!

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Lynn Dye

Thu 10th May 2012 15:00

Lovely poem, you capture that longing at night time very well.

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