Lewis Raynes Poet Quatrain

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When you find someone beautiful in your life but you don't really know who they are as a person.

She Is My Unopened Book

When first I peered deep into her eyes, 
My heart was completely besieged,
By her colour, her trance, her all in between, 
Her book I would happily read,

So I steadied my ship, parked on a seat, 
And looked at all that I liked,
And gazed at each little feeling of free, 
Yet her book stayed closed through the night,

And when I awoke all I could see was her glow, 
Her book cover was all I required,
Her beautiful free, emotive kiosk, 
While her page would not open wide,

This ravishingly gorgeous beautiful girl, 
She displayed a beautiful show, 
But I never opened and read in her book, 
Who she is I never will know.

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 17, 2019 at 10:09 PM This is a really cool poem. I like it. A lot. xomo Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 18, 2019 at 7:44 AM That certainly came through. x Lewis Raynes January 17, 2019 at 11:30 PM Thankyou Maureen, this is about a woman i let slip thru my fingers.

Caren Krutsinger January 17, 2019 at 9:55 PM May I say that I do believe you missed out, but maybe there will be a slight second chance? Lewis Raynes January 17, 2019 at 11:29 PM Thanks Caren. Yep, i missed out with this one but she was a while ago. Ive found others but not like her.