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
curves, convex and concave,
Are
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 nice happiness –
Such
spoils could I aptly reap
With
my heart, a gift to keep.
©
Andrew Stevenson 12/03/2017
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Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
Such beautiful words any woman would be proud to have them written about her.
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Thank you Yvonne, your words mean so much. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
DeleteA lovely poem, Andrew. This image is very romantic: "If I was the wind I would blow
ReplyDeleteTo caress each tress so very slow."
Greetings Louise. Thank you for thinking so, I'm a romantic at heart. Blessings to you. Love love, Andrew.
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