Young Love
Young Love
BEHOLD, that special soothing tides of youth,
wherein it surges per paints blending times,
dries up in seconds treasured as it climbs,
up or down, a portrait life brushed in truth.
HAIL, the call of the free that pulsed the veins,
while an enjoined wax stilled against candles,
hours ere blazing unleashed their love handles,
the real flame dies, the soul fire remains.
HARK, love starts on the blanks of the canvas,
paints are the veins progress, be rosed or fall,
as brushing touched heartbeats inspire the sprawl,
stained e'er in stillness extends love chances.
HEED, the distinct words that are been spelled out,
trickled ink contained, volumes of bled heart,
stacks of blank sheets, await love to impart,
instills the mind, imprints the heart throughout.
BLESSED, are twain souls, holding candles as ere,
portrayed gorgeously, passion be revealed,
started book, a chapter, and verse unsealed,
too young whence start, still grows sweetheart affair.
2020 March 12
*2nd Place*
STRAND CHOICE F,any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
Howmanysyllables;
20 lines x 10 syllables per = 200 syllables total
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