Love me tender, love me sweet Never let me go You have made my life complete And I love you so
Songwriters: Elvis Presley / Vera Matson
Love me tender, love me sweet
Our first Rendezvous Chimes rhymes within unknown hearts Flowers Blooming love Breeding path of life's river Frolic zeal embarks Secret expidiations Courting my sweetheart Weaving remisciances And your Whispering Love me tender, love me sweet
Auspicious nuptial blessings Tuning to new waves Surfing through each ebbs and tides Waves of tears and smiles Embracing oars of faith strong Castles of our dreams Happily dwelling in warmth Shores of hopes so near Hugging eachother we say Never let me go
The new dawn in life Buds blooming sheer happiness Lullaby singing Tiny steps opens heaven Joyous stars twinkle Our heart beats to their jingles Hues of innocence Rainbow shining in our world And my heart reveals You have made my life complete
The glose or glosa is an interesting Spanish form that reminds me a bit of the golden shovel or cento. The basic premise is that you quote four lines of poetry as an epigraph from another poem or poet. These four lines act as a refrain in the final line of the four stanzas written by the poet. So the first line of the epigraph would be the final line of the first stanza, the second line ends the second stanza, etc.
The most common convention is for each of these stanzas to be ten lines in length. There are no other hard and fast rules for rhymes or syllables, though line length is usually consistent within the poem (so the epigraph kind of sets the line length).
It was the vernal equinox night, our love bloomed along with the spring. Sprinting in my backyard, "it's my turn to play the songs tonight", you whispered in my ear and played 'Midnight' by Liam Payne. We gazed at the partially cloudy sky, I looked at you while you were busy counting the slightly visible stars, your eyes shone like the brightest diamonds, shone with happiness. I could not stare any longer and I got up and we danced on the green grass. We danced and I could feel myself in the air. We danced and I could feel happiness pouring into my heart. We danced and I could smile for real. We danced and danced and danced. "You'll never leave me like they did. Will you?", I asked. " I won't promise because I-I.. " before you could complete your sentence I kissed you and your cheeks turned claret whilst I ran with the wind. You ran behind me and we laughed so loud. You abruptly stopped and (intentionally) fell on the ground. I went near you and you pulled me upon your chest and sniffed through my hair. "Why do you do this all the time?" "I'll do whatever I wish", you said, we kissed and 'abhi na jaao chhor kar' played, we lied there in the craddle of night.
Before you begin to write, understand- poetry is not about fancy words but rugged souls and raw feelings//
A poem begins with an awkward chuckle as restless hands shift the pen to and fro in their palms while eyes search for a reason in the darkness surrounding them; but once the ears adjust to the roars and throbs of the ocean waves and east winds, those eyes will rest upon a butterfly sitting by the field of peonies and the poem will settle on your skin naked and vulnerable with metaphors engraved within and a few veiled meanings hidden beneath the blues
A poem loses itself halfway down the page into a spiral, just like this one and when it'll be hard to spot it's purpose it will try to merge with the shades of someone else's art trying to disappear like a chameleon for cowardice lies in all of us so hold onto it and paint it with something of your own; a poem is not always clear skies, sometimes it is the myriad of colours in a sunset or all the greys in a storm but most of all, the poem is you
A poem never ends, it is simply left unheard but it is always there, waiting to be written again another evening when the hearts are in pain and art needs a rebirth without a death of it's own.