She Accused Me of Beauty
She accused me of beauty
And stole my heart
She painted each moment
In delicate art
Of fine stitched fabric
She wove a dream
Where yesterdays magic
Again redeemed
Rising each morning
In soft painted light
A fiery spark
Again would ignite
A murmurous passion
Held only for two
Upon the stage of promise
A loving debut
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment