She’s a far-off, fresh spring morning
I once woke to long ago
She’s the fiery day-star dawning
Gifted with a golden glow
She’s a soft, sublime sonata
Played upon an angel’s lyre
Full of love like faithful martyr
Facing flames with deep desire
She is like the soaring swallows
On the summer’s gentle breeze
With her slender feet she hallows
Earth, where mortals bow their knees
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2019 06:27
- Comment from author about the poem: for Lorraine
- Category: Love
- Views: 60
- Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
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Comments2
Blue-eyed Bolla,
An exquisite poem for your goddess!
Love the write and the pic!
~Laura~
Many thanks, Laura, glad you liked my poem. The pic is of Lorraine as a bridesmaid when she was 17.
Beautiful write about a beautiful lady.
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