With her smile and swing of neck,
back - look as goodbye,
steals the evening joytrail.
Like a plane in the sky,
to holiday, summer away.
A clear blue sky
in the summer evening.
Where does she move and how?
When she goes to someone else
does she move like that too?
or do they see that.
It is a lovely thing to fall,
fall, fall in love.
in love with a girl,
enchanted lips of smiles,
and happy eyes of light,
not even Anthony saw in
Cleopatra this shine.
Twenty seven kisses,
for twenty seven days,
of this months meeting,
in her arms, empty and emptied.
Twenty seven roses for my love.
Love, a prism of crystal light
a rainbow through a glass
refracting colour light, bright.
Ah my lovely one, .
of twenty seven kisses,
of twenty seven roses,
and will she think of me?
Will she think of me
after the perfume waft has faded,
and I a shuffling slow breathless
and no longer handsome.
Will they be pressed twist pages
where this poem rests,
close to our breast.
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A really nice poem by my namesake - well done - lets see mor of your work!
Frank
I enjoyed this poem!
leslie
this vote is phat its really nice
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