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Poetry Portraits Ii

I can’t afford for this one to fail She was just a stranger And somehow we ended up in the same Space and time Now, mother nature is taking over once more And I am admiring your attributes The strands of your hair The hazel circle around her eyes Creates a hypnotic state of mind Telling her all my secrets And sharing all my treasures Hoping this was not a deceptive choice As your hips are parallel to the skyline A path that started in 1900 has finally converged Which was first the thought or the path? Is she the one of my dreams or not? As a lovely smile warms its direction to me from that beautiful face The chance meeting was an ingenious plan To heal the battered dreams caused by the one before her Glimpses on the pain, just a blur now A professional hunter She shot down all the competition Without a quiver or arrow You are The difference between a soul and a soul mate Alone and love One to the other the moment we met Scatter the roses around this bedroom Let’s save the beauty of this moment My words fail to capture, Her tender beautiful feature, I’d rather wait as a mute spectator As beauty beg to be define by her It is her signature The owner of the promissory note for my heart Is that the reason why my heart has been aching all this time I excavated my town And finally I had good luck in an unexpected and fortunate discovery in you Swirling burgundy around the crystal Dinner by candlelight Taken aback by the glow Nothing remains but the fiery flame around us Eternal beauty and grace there she is vulnerable as a tear drop Tears of joy because she gave me a shot I used to wonder where love lives Would I hear drum patterns if I got nearer For sure Lady Loneliness is no longer here It is been more than difficult trying to find you A symphony created as our hands rip through layers to acquire nakedness More than unique We stood there so close together Holding onto a dream realized We knew the choice wasn’t whether we loved; Rather, to what extremes Are you the one that I can depend on when I’m at my weakest moment?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 8/18/2010 8:03:00 PM
To recreate from another creation is more powerful of a gift .. to be able to make a coteiere of words as u do pictures is a creative design within your own soul.. a true personal gift ..only yours to entertain the readers.. this is a brilliant piece Tavarus.. thoroughly enjoyed..with luv.. from Italy..ciao..
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