Iris
To me, yea, Iris is like bleu
The scent of yours all imbued
Behold your face all-rich,
When I close my eyes bewitched
Wordsworth's daffodils to me,
Membrane of the eyes of glee,
That gives light to me in turn,
Light that misleads the morn.
You are the genus iris,
With sword-shaped leaves,
Showy colored flowers,
Displaying rainbow colors.
Your eyes green and deep,
Deeper than the depth,
Stilled waters at even,
Eyes, break of the day, enliven.
I see a heart full of love,
With the gentleness of a dove.
Feel, in her eyes, March,
September in her heart.
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October 8, 2014 (A Repost)
Form: Rhyme
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: The sweetest touches of verse by Gautami Phookan
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August 31, 2014
Form: Rhyme (Song)
Third Place win
Contest: Song:Craig Cornish
Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2014
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