The night was dressed with brazen stars
her dress flows endlessly.
A deep Blue ocean spills from within her eyes, speckled with islands of green.
Silky waves of grain sweep within her golden locks as she brushes them back beautifully, like the hand of god.
Her gaze is a triumphant fanfare of moonlight, weakening my knees, and leaving me start struck before her.
She is the night
And she is beautiful.
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Author:
Robert \" grave robber\" redford. (
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- Category: Love
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Comments5
She is as beautiful as this poem.
Thank you so much, she is quite the woman.
WELCOME CASEY ~ Thanks for your first poem. A beautiful tribute to a very beautiful LADY ! Thanks for caring and sharing ~ BRIAN (UK) Please check my poems ~ Thanks B
A stunning first posting - hope to see more.
Welcome Casey - the lovely imagery in this verse to the beauty of night makes me look forward to reading more of your work. A first rate poem.
Great write
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