Addressing A Blessing

There’s a charming smile which I am drawn,

From a countenance of beauty bestowing

Inclinations of reciprocal intentions worn

In her expression of a fondness growing. 

She plays on my mind, travelling my thoughts,

And is my oasis in a friendless concrete jungle:

I no longer feel lonely and abandon the ports

That ship-wrecked I in a stupid, stupor tumble. 

I see love in great depths to nurture new feelings

Into heights of passionate kisses and embraces,

Let the future prevail with self-neglect healings'

Of bodily comfort and consoling peaceful graces.

Diane is a Saintly Angel who preaches sanity

And administers care in a neglectful community;

She rises above morality, and affluent vanity,

And is pure in spirit to sanctify our unity.

© Andrew Stevenson 14/02/14

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.