Love, when it came

It came like a whisper, soft, easy to miss

Sometimes stuttering like a silent symphony

Distracted by the chaos suspended in the air

Only I listened harder

Hoped harder that the message was meant for me

Prayed harder that I was more than ready to be swayed

Could I feel the magic described by poets?

Then I felt it, a fleeting feeling

That gradually erupted into an ocean


About sensoria300

I harness words, I thrive on them. I tell stories. I am dreamer, sometimes a poet but mostly I am a Game of Thrones fanatic. Lady Olenna, Lyanna Mormont and Arya Stark are my spirit animals.

Posted on September 23, 2014, in Poetic Justice and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Ahh, there’s my morning dose 🙂 Beautiful poem once again Jennifer. Sorry I’m late, as I was travelling for some days

  2. It’s morning where you are? It’s almost 4 pm, these sides of the world. Thanx for stopping by, you are an inspiration.

  3. Elegant and eloquently described. Nice work.

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