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Surprise Morphs Into Love

Wearing innocence like a shawl; her hair shimmers with golden rays. And smells of misty morn dewdrops, green meadows, and hot summer days. Her presence taunts reality; fueling fantasies and dreams. Perfection is hard to achieve; but it's easy for her, it seems. Seducing my heart with a smile; her aura shines like a beacon. And her beauty's so surreal all my inhibitions weaken. In the presence of this angel, my knees buckle, and I feel weak. And yet, gazing into her eyes, I muster the courage to speak. When I open my heart to her, she gives me a passionate kiss. And my surprise morphs into love; transforming my doubts into bliss.

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Line Gauthier

Date: 3/8/2018 8:40:00 AM

Such a very sweet romantic poem, Emile.

Emile Pinet
Date: 3/8/2018 9:49:00 AM

Thanks Line, I appreciate you insightful comments. Emile.

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 3/27/2015 8:24:00 AM

"and though perfect's hard to achieve, it is easy for her it seems." Wowzer, great line great poem!

Emile Pinet
Date: 3/27/2015 9:43:00 AM

Thank you so much Richard, your support and kind words are very appreciated, Emile.

Julia Ward

Date: 3/26/2015 11:30:00 AM

I loved your passionate poem! Julia, xx

Emile Pinet
Date: 3/26/2015 12:58:00 PM

Thanks Julia, I appreciate it. Emile.

Jaycee Cervenka

Date: 3/26/2015 8:51:00 AM

Desires attracts us, but its love that makes us stay. Very nice and a 7 from me also! Smiles and Hugs today! ~Jan

Emile Pinet
Date: 3/26/2015 8:59:00 AM

Thanks so much Janet, your warm wards have embraced me like a hug. Emile.

Emile Pinet
Date: 3/26/2015 8:58:00 AM

I wish the system would stop doing this.

Emile Pinet
Date: 3/26/2015 8:56:00 AM

Mary Jo, you are so sweet and I am so addicted to your poetic nectar that I unabashedly crave its essence like the flower craves the sun. Thank you. Emile.