2010
12.24

Lines that etch your gentle face
the comfort of your warm embrace
the out pour of your total devotion
uninhibited honest emotion.

These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

The strength of character you display
providing protection every way.
Giving support in all I achieve
approval glances on a quiet eve.
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

The twinkle in your smiling eyes
 a whisper of awakening sighs
sensual stirring the morning after
teasing kisses and hearty laughter.
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

Outpour of comfort when things are amiss
a heart overflowing with romantic bliss.
Your quiet resolve when we disagree
to end the argument peacefully.
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

In a twinkling life for me had changed
all the colors rearranged
love’s profusion, passion’s heat
I’m overflowing, at last complete.
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

With implicit trust I give my all
no doubt or fear, there are no walls.
Each day my love grows deep and strong
love that endures a lifetime long
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love

Lyrics © Dorianna 2010

Music © Evan Paul 2010

This sonnet is now a musical composition as a result of a collaboration between myself, the creative and talented musician Evan Paul Kozaris and the a new singing sensation Stephanie Matos.  Listen to the musical production of Melody of Love above.

Side note: If you desire a personal recording of Melody of Love you can visit Evan Paul’s music site by clicking his name  Evan Paul Kozaris, where the song can be downloaded for $1.00

 

 

2014
04.17

 

a blossoming flower ~ our rose
unfolding to embrace the sun
with scintillating emotions

hearts emanating ecstatic joy
heated bodies and warm souls
responded to embrace love

then came winter’s chill
we almost withered away
sunny skies turned to grey 
heated emotions began to cool

a bubble of hope that wouldn’t die
spark of promise for another try
warm hands reached in trust
our rose survived the storm

©dorianna 2014

2013
11.19

music is alive
music of the earth2in the hearts of men
in the roar that is heard
in the lion’s den

in the morning song
of the meadow lark
in the electric spark
lighting the skies
in the stormy dark

gardens may whither
man’s work may falter
music in creation
will renew celebration

the song that lives
in the soul of the earth
will never grow old
land and the seas
skies and the breeze
will sing of its recreation

©dorianna 2013 All rights reserved

2013
10.01

 

I delight in watching you when you are not aware
it is my good fortune to love a man like you
what magnanimous deed could I have done
to garner the unconditional love you return

these surreptitious moments are my guarded jewels
when admiringly my eyes trace you unawares
When you are the perfect, imperfect man I love
every little nuance revealing the unfeigned you

I’m creating memories to last my lifetime
my private motion pictures to view at whim  
I fall in love repeatedly with the quixotic star
you are my romance hero..love of my life

2013
09.26

I enjoyed you like a gentle rainfall
in the illusion of peach blossoms
heavens emitted the scent of passion
love’s profusion, electric sensations
I was swept into the soothing spray
an affectionate shower of deception

destruction struck in duplicity
guise manifested in a darkened sky
foreboding clouds and whipping winds
stark thunder of impending doom
abusively uprooted the sprouting tree
love’s roots had never been planted

danger lit the warning skies
there came a storm of furious rage
gentle rain now an angry downpour
shattered dreams, broken limbs
heeding too late the disaster warnings
caught in the center of your abusive storm

© Dorianna 2013 All Rights Reserved

 

2013
09.25

This is not my story. This is every young girl’s story who had to endure sexual abuse at the hands of a trusted man, be it her natural father, a stepfather, or another relative.

 I watch the shadow of a man
confused, I do not make a sound
I look around to search for mama
she’s not anywhere to be found

does she hide-a-way deliberately
pretending everything is fine
that within these lovely walls
there exists no malefic crime

stealthily he leans across my bed
his words are soft; his body hard
the innocence of a child is lost
body, mind and heart is scarred

there are no words ever spoken
concerning his malevolent deed
mama lowers eyes and covers ears
whenever I beg her to give heed

for many years I am his prize
until of age I could rebel
freeing myself from my tormentor
though still imprisoned in his hell

the memories are my torture
relived at night; my prison wall
silent sobs plead for freedom
to raise my eyes and stand up tall

©Dorianna 2013 All Rights Reserved

2013
09.23

the vile tongue of hypocrites
does comprehend soon enough
a despicable tongue is double-sided
turns to bite back in due season
there is no respect among the diabolical

fiendish deeds are like a mirror
one’s acts repeated upon the evil doer
he does come to know in darkness
full recompense for his injustice
he weeps in sad regret too late

©Dorianna All Rights Reserved

2013
09.23

I drowned in a black lagoon
of disparagement
accusations echoing
as I was going down
certain it was my final demise

to my surprise
I fell right thru
the murky bottom
to reach the light of truth
on the other side

resurrected to freedom
from my despair
with the strength to survive
any voice that would dare

to wield a weapon
in opposition to my efforts
or raise a slanderous assault
against my pride

©dorianna 2013 all rights reserved

2013
09.17

visited the old house today
long neglected but won’t go away
once lovely rose garden hiding crimes
grown into a haunting forest of tangled thorns
in all this time the ivy vine entwines
like a new owner on a rampage
trying to conceal the ghostly screams

the empty walls have no muffling
still whispers mock with dirty secrets
reminders of scars clawed upon my soul
so many skeletons these walls hold
closets filled with evil laughter
we tried so hard to hide
the terror buried deep inside

till these walls have died
every brick and mortar crumbled
secrets rise at midnight
with a mighty rumble
to dance an evil celebration
of the soul’s damnation

©Dorianna All Rights Reserved 

 

 

 

2013
09.03

 

my muse
sits upon the keys
whispering what she pleases
till the musing teases
my imagination squeezed
inspiration oozes
truths no longer snoozing
pondered thoughts are penned

© dorianna all rights reserved

2013
09.03

there are times
my reflection is unrecognizable
unpleasant to observe
muddied by the deeds
that betray my character
when lies to myself
have denounced
my identity

 

 

 

 

 

 I scurry away
from the image
the falsified reflection
least the guilt
of misdeeds consumes me

 I stray from the mirror
until I purge  the iniquitous act
from my thoughts and intention
when self is revived
my truth, once again alive
until I have forgiven the sin
of pretense, in order to be loved

 

 

 

 

 

 

 then, only then
do I behold my reflection
cleansed of wrongful thoughts
purified in honesty
appealing to my heart
a pulchritudinous image
to a conscience of individuality
embraced by an honest soul

©dorianna all rights reserved

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