Thank I, That Purity of Heart's Deepest Romantic Trills

(1.) Thank I, That Purity Of Heart's Deepest Romantic Trills (Inspired by verses that came to me, inspired by Nina's blog) Her soliciting eyes, gift promises of hot flaming Love. As ruby red, sensual lips offer honey from above She golden, romantic goddess born of heavenly skies Presents beauty, fantastic ardor that we mortals so prize! Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows. Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows. Thank I, that purity of heart's deepest romantic trills Echoes vibrations that seek to stir our Love that over-spills Into longings, honey dreams set on tables of bright fruits As richest feasts, that our mortal desires so deeply suits! Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows. Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows. Relive I, songs in night trysts that her kisses did inspire Delirious and eager burns of her sexual fires Where we woke to dawn's brilliant and enchanting golden rays And with united hearts, bowed our grateful heads to pray! Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows. Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows. Years have so swiftly flown by, now poetic heart recalls Yesterdays of Love, its treasures in its great golden halls Such grandeur, truest of grace in her passionate embrace Brought eternal longings such as no power can erase! Within passion's might and its majestic resplendent glows. Cries sweet birth of truest poetry's beauty, that Love shows. Robert J. Lindley, 11-15- 2015 Romanticism, (Rhyme, ( Alas! Horror Of A Love, Youthful Folly Destroyed ) (2.) Words Carried By Art-winds That Poetry Blows When in a dying poet's last born gasp, brilliant new verse his sad soul thus sings. In its truth, those rewarded may this grasp beauty is its renewed birth, each Spring. From gentle spirit, happiness is born. From this savage world, poet's heart is torn. Death rides a black horse called Fated Time its galloping hooves, covered in blood red. Against all of mankind's dark, barbaric crimes its race victorious when each is dead! From gentle spirit, happiness is born. From this savage world, poet's heart is torn. Words carried by art-winds that poetry blows through whispering canyons of paradise. Their weights beyond what infinity knows and in hope that life's and love may suffice! From gentle spirit, happiness is born. From this savage world, poet's heart is torn. Robert J. Lindley, 11-18-2019 Rhyme, Second poets tribute Series Fifth poet honored, Alexander Pushkin