My Summer Dove



Oh, but to be in your arms once more
Like in the days of the Summer Sun,
When the breeze brushed your face
And we were well and truly as one.
Remember our stand of grace back then
Remember our truest words we said,
Remember our hearts so wild and free
Remember our long pathway's we tread.
Through our Summer season we walked
Our eyes meeting with the look of love,
And beyond the borders of passion
You are my saviour, my life, my Summer dove.
Without you I am as lost as the past
My heart it wanders within the abyss,
For I look for you in each deepened dream
Because it is you, my love, I truly miss.
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Submitted on July 03, 2012

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 588
Words 120
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 16

Marcus DeStorm

Born in Leeds, England, Marcus De Storm is married with two twin daughters. He finds time to write across the board with Story-Shorts, Novels, Poetry and Niches, between running his Family business in Multi-Media and Technology on an International scale.Recently published, Marcus intends to release three further books throughout the Summer, and three more for Christmas 2012. A specially selected "Anthology" of Poetry is scheduled for sometime in 2012, but as yet, there is no fixed date for this project.Living in Walton, Wetherby, Marcus remains to be no stranger to the Internet through his 40 Blogsites that he and his staff manage on a day to day basis.Favourite saying and Motto: Get a life, live it, love it. more…

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