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Her Eyes, Pools of Promise Under Bright Stars

Her Eyes, Pools Of Promise Under Bright Stars

Her pillars of flame,mounds of firm delight
naked her beauty,wonderment at night
she a goddess,mankind truly desires
radiant heat,pleasures scorching fires
maiden of youth,true princess to behold
dreams of sweet memories,when one is old.

Her lips, tantalizing and rosy red
gift of passionate joy,in lovers bed
she a queen that offers hope to mankind
born of romance,a rare jewel to find
maiden of youth,true princess to behold
dreams of sweet memories,when one is old.

Her sexy charms,in glowing moonlit scenes
fantasies to bedeck a young man's dreams
she a vixen,sweet as honey and wine
a fruited dessert,ripe upon the vine
maiden of youth,true princess to behold
dreams of sweet memories,when one is old.

Her eyes,pools of promise under bright stars
Mankind's treasure,when her true love is ours!

12-28- 2019

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 12/29/2019 11:38:00 AM

This reminds me of the Songs of Solomon. We should delight in the bride of our youth. ;0)

Robert Lindley
Date: 12/29/2019 12:00:00 PM

Thank you my friend. Now that you mention it , I see the how the subject, flow and depths of it are similar. So true memories of our youth should be a great treasure to us, especially so to we poets-- as it is great fodder for writing poetry! Yet mine has so much dark, sorrow, regret and lost love in it that such must be in many of my poems.. God bless..

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/28/2019 11:07:00 AM

She certainly is a vixen, and I love that about her.

Robert Lindley
Date: 12/28/2019 4:37:00 PM

Thank you my friend. Women are treasures that are too oft not given their just dues. Often men only discover this truth when in their old age. Of course a poet should discover it in youth... and thus write as did Byron about it...