Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Secrets

 

 

 It is only ever after midnight

when doors and windows

are tightly shut that

the fires of passion  burn within the stone walls

and words of love are

whisperd

 the   purple moon

knows  of our secrets

so  early    in the mornings  she  lets them  go to be carried away  with  the   wind she  knows

our love   is sacred

and shared   in Private  by the two of us

All Rights Reserved Rosie Fielding2011
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11 comments:

  1. Mono lythSeptember 21, 2011 at 9:18 AM

    Private Love is naughty... but I like it

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  2. Eppe RuiterSeptember 21, 2011 at 9:19 AM

    thanks for the beautiful poem(???)

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  3. Eppe RuiterSeptember 21, 2011 at 9:21 AM

    I hope you understand my english
    it is not so perfect
    have anice week
    Eppe

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  4. Mono lythSeptember 21, 2011 at 9:23 AM

    you did very well with your English gerrie

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  5. Venus ♥September 21, 2011 at 12:13 PM

    Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Rosie, you have been reading my mind again.....lol

    Beautiful pen of love between two special people.....Love the imagery and the picture
    fits it so perfectly :)

    Thank you dear Rosie........Have a wonderful evening and rest of the week.

    Love and Hugs,
    Venus
    xo ♥

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  6. jenny ..September 21, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    very nice Rosie

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  7. Else CederborgSeptember 21, 2011 at 1:57 PM

    The purple moon? Yes, the one in our imagination when the passion rules ....

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  8. Cinabear CinnamonSeptember 21, 2011 at 3:51 PM

    Beautifully written lady rosie xxx

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  9. Bernard CSeptember 22, 2011 at 2:43 AM

    Good one - that old moon again huh?

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  10. Drifter **September 22, 2011 at 1:18 PM

    Hmmm secretive love....a passion to be savored.

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  11. caroline magicOctober 8, 2011 at 3:04 PM

    a lovely secret..

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