This quiet pink of a fleeting rose,
Demanding not attention, but drawing it,
Through soft, silent sweetness.
This rippling cascade of gentle chiffon,
Subtle and adoring, yet unassuming,
As the waltz leads the cherished muse.
This delicate, modest press of blushing lips
To smooth, innocent skin, along
The pure, passive rifts of knuckles.
This soft, silent sweetness,
And modest, quiet reverence.
This is innocence,
Beauty.
As enchantment reigns the night.
YOU ARE READING
As Enchantment Reigns
RomanceThis is my first ever poem, inspired by National Poetry Day. Not shown anyone and not sure if this poetry is any good? If it is I might write some more in future. Who knows?
