Ode To Eve
in your warmth, woman,
is soft, soulful serenity,
as you stoke the amber
embers of my mortality;
triumphs I've lost, losses
I've gained, untold sufferings,
but you soothe, you hush down
all these hurt reminiscings,
as I grope, as I fumble about
where this daydreaming leads,
but as you gaze upon my soul,
fears are wind-blown weeds!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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