Sunday, June 18, 2006
denise shited{[[
a kiss by a rose
a touch on her buds
the smell of her fragrance
lingers in his arms
her presence glows
and brightens his darkness
in full bloom
beauty is magnified
his eyes glowed
lightning bright
before though it was gloom
and grey
but she brings out
his glow
the light hits the gloom on the grey
she is his power
to strive
his pleasure sight
his pain
of lovestrike
her smoothing sway
drew him into a gentle sleep
she whispered
a smile lit his face
and touch his lips
with those gentle petals
her beauty
her dances
it drew
the lillies and sunflowers into jealously
lost without you;
Sunday, June 18, 2006
