The Truth of Love

The Truth of Love

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Words so stark on papyrus

From my bleeding quill

A sonnet of love so amorous

As my emotions gently spill

Two As One

Two As One

-Linda Lee Lyberg

Two souls were adrift aimlessly

In the turbulent sea of life

Searching for one another

Amidst the storms of strife.

Operator, I’d Like to Place a Call

for Max, whose continued absence is an ache in my soul

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the missing of you

is starting to feel like a small animal

gnawing at my heart

at my stomach

my world isn’t quite right

In This Soft Hour

In this Soft Hour,
By which Light no Shadows fall
To Kiss the Silver Moonlight of my sorrow.
Alone, tis naught but my own Memory which Speaks,

Precious – Sonnet 39

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Before the waking hour of morning Sighs,

Before the Moonspun night undoes her hair,

Between the shades of Winsome darkness lies

The blushing rose of Passion’s Touch, so Fair;

Exquisite Rhyme

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Oh this Love that fills my Heart

Pounding in symphony with Yours;

Truest Love
Deepest Desire
Burning Passion

Silence Sings

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Hush my Darling,
Draw Close
Without a word,
While all the Night Whispers
One Sweet Chord,
Spellbinding,
Enchanting,
In the Stillness with You,
My One,
My Only,
Forever
True.

Where Love Stands

 

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In the Secret Avenues of my Heart

Where Love Stands Strong

Against the Tide and Turmoil of this Life,

I Still Believe,

Full Measure

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Shape Unto Thy Resort My Truest Love,
That Fitting, It Should Fit Like Silken Glove,
With Affection in my Heart that Knows this Joy,
As the Sun does Bless, His Charms Blessing Employ;

The Soul My Love Knows

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There is a Passion You Stir in Me
As Deep and as Broad as the Endless Sea,
It moves Within,
A Shifting Tide of Devotion,
It Swells and Sighs,
Like the Breathing Ocean.

Sweetest Longing

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Uncertain Fair,

How this Heart Longs for Thy Tender Touch!

Bejeweled Night in All her Splendour

Lays as fallow, barren dust

In comparison to Thy Most Gentle Caress!

Serenade

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The silence Serenades my Soul

Dulcet music ringing

The distance drinks deep of my Longing

Melodious chimes Singing

Honeyed – Sonnet 32

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When All Others have, in Passion, made their Plight,
And Songs of Praise and Adoration, Bending,
Shall Cast their lot adrift with blinded sight,
My Love Holds Fast, through words forgotten, Sending.

Present Pauses

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Sweet and Splendid is the Vision of You, Love.
My heart knows no other,
But Truth will Speak in mortal tones
And Lapse in silence upon the Morrow.

Calm, Beloved

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Calm Beloved,

Sleep Enrapture thee,

Whisper deep

In this Loving Dream,

Much Desired Love

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Smile,
Bless not my lips Until
His most Tender Kiss

Man of Beauty

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Man of Beauty,

Silence stands between us,

Perilously close, yet excruciatingly Far,

You are the Bright Morning Star

To my dark night,

Your Aura Singing

The Soft brush of Your Hands

Upon my skin

Warm Temptation

Shivering in

Inexpressible

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There is no Fair Expression my Love can take,

Which would adequately Reveal

The Depths of my Love for You;

Him

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You

Are Him,

He

Is You,

Love

Is Ever

Near

And True,

One Single Word

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This part of me that Waits

In Silence

Singing Sweetly in the Hush

Stillness Clamoring to be Heard

Through the Heartbeat of

One Single Word

As You, Most Beloved

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Touch my hand with Your Enticing Warmth,
Draw me in like a Sweet Breath
Under the Blissful Balm of Starlit Night,

Solace

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Sweet and Soft like the ebon flow

Of celestial Balance

Pulling to and fro

Drifting

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Drifting

In the Contemplation

Of things unsaid

Of Whispers unheard

Dreams Breathe Soft

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Dreams Breathe Soft from

Long Far away

Away across the Tides that play

Unfettered Bonds

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Chance of Time,
Irreverent,
Hanging Betwixt the Muddled Scathing of my Thoughts
And All the Wondrous Splendour that is You,

Unspoken Wonder

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Heart and Soul,
Your Patterns and Colours Spill over me
With the Showering Light of Newest Morning,
Drenching my skin in Delicious Warmth,

Remembering

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Hush My Love,

This Passion hears Your Voice,

Whispers from the mists

Of my Unhastened Choice,