Upon your hair, how I would gaze
Those webs of purist gold;
Black wide eyes mine would alight upon
And all my secrets told.
With restless mouth, how I would touch
Those ravishing, luscious lips;
How I would brush your cheek so fair
With quivering fingertips.
Upon thy body, I would gape
Each curve, the finest art;
And when at last our bodies met,
My senses would depart!
Along fair beaches we would walk
Along the river's side;
Under the sun dispelling cloud,
Our hands ever entwined.
In fields of golden corn we'd lay,
In mountains we would sing;
Thy loving eyes and happy heart
Would my love bring.
Rainbow's end was ever near
While you did abound;
This belle of mine was held in wonder
Your elegance renowned.
A silver stream, your hair is now,
Thy eyes a deeper green;
Thy body warmer to the touch,
My love for you is a dream.
A dream come true.
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The One That Got Away
PoetryWe were like a Nicholas Sparks novel: too good to be true. We filled the emptiness in one another's bones, finding homes between shared lips and hands. I thought you lit a flame in my soul - and I for you. Apparently, I only changed the batteries i...
