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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...