My Renaissance Lady
My Renaissance lady,
sought by artists
for her beauty,
moves me like magic,
through light and shadows,
showing perfect curves
through each imaginary frams.
My Renaissance lady,
moves with grace and femininity,
as in days of old,
with gossamer clothes
flowing softly
through the breeze.
My Renaissance lady
speaks softly,
and my whole world melts when she smiles.
My Renaissance lady
is sweet bliss,
romance personified,
tenderasa young dove.
My Renaissance lady,
is mine now,
forever,
in marriage,
under God.
Copyright © Ian Kilfoil | Year Posted 2011
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