A poet, receives a variety of comments,
From criticisms to compliments..
And, so many questions, are often asked,
About the woman, in who's love, I bask..
Many years I have written of my muse,
Of loveliness and her wit, that amuses..
My life is marked by the moment we met,
Before or after her, is how, I recall it..
She's very much alive and very real,
And, can match, the depths of love, I feel..
Her sensuality and raw passion,
Is heads above, any other, in any fashion..
She's owned my heart, from the first kiss,
And, all these years later, she's my bliss..
In my short stories, she has her own fans,
In my poetry, she still rules the land..
Always a Goddess, a lady and heroine,
She conquers hearts and always wins..
My muse, my heart and Goddess lives,
And, I am grateful for the love, that she gives.
Copyright © Jennifer Etheridge | Year Posted 2021
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