07-11-2015, 05:36 AM
This poem speaks of a fair lady, a woman that is my love.
Sweet fragrance, of perfume excelling,
Marvelous vision, of a form demanding.
Wavy hair, woven of a divine flair,
Alluring lady, of an elegance so fair.
Forms adorned with heavenly quality,
Beauty pleasing to the eye with regality.
Colors, shapes, sounds, a resounding bell,
Fountain of youth, springing a powerful well.
Silky hands made of a consoling touch,
Stout feet that stand in Peruvian rock.
O, delirious weakness, my Achilles' heel,
Heart of fire, thoughts that stand still.
Seductive eyes, pleasure without measure,
Olives devouring with a delectable azure.
Otherworldly dame graced in enduring fame,
Only sight enkindling the passionate flame.
Sweet fragrance, of perfume excelling,
Marvelous vision, of a form demanding.
Wavy hair, woven of a divine flair,
Alluring lady, of an elegance so fair.
Forms adorned with heavenly quality,
Beauty pleasing to the eye with regality.
Colors, shapes, sounds, a resounding bell,
Fountain of youth, springing a powerful well.
Silky hands made of a consoling touch,
Stout feet that stand in Peruvian rock.
O, delirious weakness, my Achilles' heel,
Heart of fire, thoughts that stand still.
Seductive eyes, pleasure without measure,
Olives devouring with a delectable azure.
Otherworldly dame graced in enduring fame,
Only sight enkindling the passionate flame.