Fear not, my most beloved,
the city keeps our liaison secure.
The old stones have engraved
our names in their fiery hearts,
the greyish river remembers
to keep our scent in its waters
We somehow will always live
in the travelling breeze of Time,
In the old decayed doorways
where we kissed defying Fate
and every treasured second
will shine softly for all lovers
even in the darkest of nights.
Submitted: February 27, 2021
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The imagery in this piece immediately transports and lingers in the mind long after this poem is done. Thank you for sharing such beauty that captures us in the love and longing well displayed for our eye and hearts.
Sun, February 28th, 2021 2:32pm
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Dearest Amy, thank you so much for your words. Lots of love,Lizzie.
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DampKitten
I like how you meld this isolated relationship with "all lovers" as if couples are companions in unison, and carry on the lives of one another through eternity. Somehow, I always picture Venice in your pieces.
Sun, February 28th, 2021 2:43amAuthor
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Thank you so much, dearest Kitten. I always felt linked to Venice for some reason. Venice in the 18th century. Love,Lizzie.
Sun, February 28th, 2021 11:19am