Christopher Thor Britt Poet Quatrain

First Embrace

Oh lover, fair with moonlit eyes
For you my heart sore aches
With depths of passion yet untapped 
By mortals, love to make.

Your silken hair of fire gold
Your eyes of twilight blue
Have put to shame the star-lit night 
In beauty next to you.

Oh lover of my waking thoughts and
Dreams that come by eve
Come to me now my love, my soul
Grant this heart reprieve.

These gentle lips do for you wait
These hands to show you grace
Will cause us never to forget this night
Our first embrace.

                   ~Christopher Thor Britt

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Roger Horsch November 19, 2013 at 6:50 AM Good poem Chris, Nice win

Dr.Ram Mehta November 17, 2013 at 11:21 PM Congratulations on the fine win, christopher

Poet Destroyer A November 17, 2013 at 3:59 PM Christopher, . Congratulation, Thank you for the fine win..... Sending hugs: -) Thank you for the support. always~ LINDA

Katrina Keller-Cole November 13, 2013 at 2:25 PM This makes my heart smile! Love, love love!