Sunday, 12 March 2017

A Beautiful Lady

Our eyes met, and not by chance;
From loving hearts, a mutual glance?
I saw the wisdom of Solomon –
An oracle of things to come?

Her luscious lips opened to speak:
I gazed where mine might meet.
Sweet sounds filled the room
From her voice – love’s tune.

Long fair hair drapes her face,
Bouncing with flare at every pace.
If I was the wind I would blow
To caress each tress so very slow.

Her every curve, convex and concave,
Is a sight to behold and save.
I can imagine her so very snug,
Within my arms – a loving hug.

A beautiful lady, a princess,
Full of life and happiness.
Such spoils could I reap
With my heart, a gift to keep?

© Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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