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My Nightbird

Wed Feb 11, 2009, 1:36 AM
I had such a wonderful day yesterday. Truly one of the best of my life!

I was so excited to finally take her out somewhere. Ah, and then to feel her arms around me! I almost melted! To hold her next to me, standing there in the tunnel at Museum Station, feeling nervous and shy, believe it or not! Just dying to kiss her but actually scared to for some strange reason! He he!

And then when our lips met. . . no, I can't even try to find mere words to describe it! Artists have spent millennia trying to describe love, and have failed, because it is impossible to say in words, music, painting, anything, how that emotion, how all the other emotions than surge, roll and combine to make up the euphoria that is love, how they feel when your whole body, your heart and soul, your very being is completely and utterly consumed.

And to take her somewhere like the Art Gallery, and to be able to enjoy it with her, to be able to share an appreciation and a joy of such artistic works. Ah, what a day, what a day!

And today she played her piano for me. Is there nothing she can't do? She plays beautifully, wonderfully, I wanted to cry listening to her.

And then to part, to say goodbye and go home, the hardest thing I think I've ever had to do in my life.
I know it's only temporary, I know we shall see each other again, soon, and again and again, forever, but that knowledge doesn't make her absence any easier. I haven't been able to stop thinking of her for a second. Her beautiful face swims before my eyes, I feel her still against my body, her arms around mine, holding me tight, the perfect way we fit together, face to face, side to side. Her hands in mine, so fine and soft and delicate, and to brush my lips upon them.
And her eyes, I fall into her eyes, I drown, and I never want to come up again for air.

My Nightbird, meum mel, my Shannon, my love. I miss you so much already. I missed you the second I walked out the front door. I wish we were together right now. We will be again soon! But it will be hard to sleep, to eat, to think, to do anything until you are next to me again.
I love you with everything I have, my heart and soul are yours forever and eternity. And I never want to let you go. You are everything I could want, everything I need, and more. You make me complete, you inspire me, you amaze me, you impress me, you stun me and hold me captive.
I am yours.

xxxxxxxxooooooooxxxxxxxxoooooooxxxxxxxxooooooooxxxxxxxxoooooooo

  • Mood: Longing

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  • Current Residence: Sydney
  • Interests: The arts, history, science, politics
  • Favourite movie: The Star Wars saga
  • Favourite artist: Too many to list
  • Favourite poet or writer: Banjo Patterson, Charles Dickens
  • Favourite game: Zelda, Ocarina of Time is still the best game I've ever played
  • Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo
  • Favourite cartoon character: Daffy Duck
  • Tools of the Trade: Musical instruments, recording gear, my voice, my hands and feet

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:iconcaileagh-faoileag:
You seem to use commas at the end of every line in your poems, even when you don't really need them. Sometimes it makes reading them confusing. I just thought I'd tell you that. That, and I love you. :)

:heart:

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I don’t need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...

:blackrose:
:iconcaileagh-faoileag:
You're sitting right next to me but I bet you don't know that I'm writing you a message.

My life is boring.

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:frail: xoxCFxox :frail:

I don’t need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...

:blackrose:
:iconcaileagh-faoileag:
:P

that's for the :+fav:

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:frail: xoxCFxox :frail:

I don’t need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...

:blackrose:
:iconcaileagh-faoileag:
You're my auto-faver. ^^ 'Cept for one, I think. =D

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:frail: xoxCFxox :frail:

I don’t need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...

:blackrose:
:iconslyde23:
Really? Which one?

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:iconcaileagh-faoileag:
Stranger than Day. :P
Hehe.

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:frail: xoxCFxox :frail:

I don’t need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...

:blackrose:
:iconcaileagh-faoileag:
You're silly. Danke for the :+fav:

:smooch:

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:frail: xoxCFxox :frail:

I don’t need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...

:blackrose:
:iconslyde23:
And I'm yours!

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Cogito, ergo doleo
:iconcaileagh-faoileag:
And I'm hungry!

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:frail: xoxCFxox :frail:

I don’t need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...

:blackrose:
:iconcaileagh-faoileag:
Ooh another :+fav:.
Thank you, sweetness :smooch:

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:frail: xoxCFxox :frail:

I don’t need a knife to pick myself to pieces; my mind is as sharp as ever. Paper cuts for me...

:blackrose:

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