(Poésie du jour)
À ma tendre amie et poétesse
Je t’aimerais encore
Nos souvenirs resteront à jamais à nos pages,
Qu’un ciel nous accorde sa bienveillance,
Entre nos lignes, l’amour en poésie,
L’amour d’une plume aux poètes.
Chantons les mots, valsons nos écrits,
Donne-moi le rythme, je te donne nos vies en prose,
Nos corps dans une profusion d’encre,
Je t’aimerais à l’infini de mots.
Peu importe la façon de nous voir,
Les yeux d’autres, non peu d’importance,
L’amour étant notre essor de vivre en libellé,
Je t’aimerais ainsi, faire pâlir les feuilles d’encre.
Nous publierons nos lettres en public,
L’amour étant notre devise de vie,
Unissant nos encres à
nos veines,
L’amour étant le maître absolu.
Je soufflerais mes mots à tes lèvres,
Doucement unissant nos corps aux arpèges,
Des poésies pour conforter nos désarrois,
Des désirs d’unir notre plume en une main.
Je t’aimerais sans voix, sans façon,
Je t’aimerais d’un amour sans dissertation,
Mes lettres sont celles d’un Dieu, notre maître,
Je t’aimerais encore après des mots à nos cœurs.
Edmond NICOLLE
Le 02.12.2017
Auteur est créateur de poésies depuis 1973
Texte n°2582
1146/5000
(Poetry of the
day)
To my dear friend and poet
I still love you
Our memories will remain forever on our pages,
May a heaven grant us his kindness,
Between our lines, love in poetry,
The love of a feather to poets.
Let's sing the words, waltz our writings,
Give me the rhythm, I give you our lives in prose,
Our bodies in a profusion of ink,
I will love you with infinite words.
It does not matter how to see us,
The eyes of others, no small importance,
Love being our growth to live in wording,
I would like you to make the sheets of ink pale.
We will publish our letters in public,
Love being our motto of life,
Uniting our inks with our veins,
Love being the absolute master.
I would blow my words to your lips,
Gently uniting our bodies with arpeggios,
Poems to reinforce our disarray,
Desires to unite our pen in one hand.
I would like you without voice, without way,
I wish you a love without dissertation,
My letters are those of a God, our master,
I will still love you after words to our hearts.
Edmond NICOLLE
The 02.12.2017
Author is creator of poems since 1973
Text n ° 2582
To my dear friend and poet
I still love you
Our memories will remain forever on our pages,
May a heaven grant us his kindness,
Between our lines, love in poetry,
The love of a feather to poets.
Let's sing the words, waltz our writings,
Give me the rhythm, I give you our lives in prose,
Our bodies in a profusion of ink,
I will love you with infinite words.
It does not matter how to see us,
The eyes of others, no small importance,
Love being our growth to live in wording,
I would like you to make the sheets of ink pale.
We will publish our letters in public,
Love being our motto of life,
Uniting our inks with our veins,
Love being the absolute master.
I would blow my words to your lips,
Gently uniting our bodies with arpeggios,
Poems to reinforce our disarray,
Desires to unite our pen in one hand.
I would like you without voice, without way,
I wish you a love without dissertation,
My letters are those of a God, our master,
I will still love you after words to our hearts.
Edmond NICOLLE
The 02.12.2017
Author is creator of poems since 1973
Text n ° 2582
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