It’s been a while since I posted a real love poem here. One that brings passion with every word, every line. Luckily, I still had Emily Dickinson up my sleeve. For a woman who lived secluded from the rest of the world for most of her life, she’s able to capture that passion remarkably well…
Wild nights – Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile – the winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden –
Ah – the Sea!
Might I but moor – tonight –
In thee!
Emily Dickinson
I love her ❤️
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I know, she was such a special woman!
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