Eyes of shining copper
Smiles bold and bright
Manner soft and timid
Or radiant and bright
Hair like willow branches
Streaked with desert clay
Countenance all somber
Except, of course, in play
I don't know if I deserved her
Or if dreamings true can be
For few things are so precious
As my lover is to me
Her skin all pale and freckled
And blushing in between
Her soul all worn and weathered
From the places it has seen
Her breasts! Those Breasts!
With curves beyond compare
And within her love heart beating
The overwhelming kindly care
Her sad soul scarred and solemn
Her joyous bounding glee
The wild mare full of passion
So my lover is to me
She has lived a harder life
She has come through every strife
And the joy is always rife
I am so blessed to call her
Wife.
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Author:
capt.looselip (
Offline) - Published: April 18th, 2017 15:54
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Lovely poem
Very good write. May your lives be full of love and joy.
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