Harry Horsman Poet Ottava rima

First Love

To whom can i describe her when smiling? 
With northern eyes of ice blue that glisten,
Her hair aflame against the wind beguiling
Incantation from an angel, who listen,
Endowed with contours of feminine styling
In ancient times Venus she would be christen.
Oh the love of my youth i will cherish
Memories i keep will never perish. 

© Harry J Horsman  2011

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Lisa Cole January 28, 2011 at 4:01 AM Such a beautiful evocative way with words you have xx

Andrea Dietrich January 5, 2011 at 3:32 PM what an awesome tribute for a first love, Harry!! A beauty! Luv, Andrea

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 5, 2011 at 5:22 AM OMG Harry this is dramatic and emotional full of romantic lines and luv... such elegance early in the morning to read my friend.. ah those memories how they haunt us continually luv.. enjoyed my friend.. good luck in Jared's contest...

Michael J. Falotico January 4, 2011 at 9:48 AM Beautiful piece Harry... so enjoyed....Michael

Wilma Neels January 4, 2011 at 8:46 AM Harry, memories like this are meant to be cherished.. beautiful piece, this brought a smile to my face.. ;-) Wilma

Nette Onclaud January 4, 2011 at 8:35 AM i meant, harry.. sorry.. just commented on C.L's and the soup site had a quick glitch

Nette Onclaud January 4, 2011 at 8:33 AM is is february already, C.L? absolutely beautiful and very evocative of youth's love... splendid piece from your oiled quill..:) nette