The Rib
Love at first sight was the
language she spoke
A sight to behold
to the angels she woke
A creation with broken mold
from the Divine
The description of beauty
branded in the mind
A angelic appearance
her presence defines
What to do with this spirit?
That forever clouds my eye's
An ocean that desire
could not drain
A torment, envy
could not name
Both heaven and hell
she is the same
The possession of beauty
an undeniable claim
A wondering star
in the universe of her name
Both heat and light
brought forth by her flame
The invisible force
filling my sail
Where rudders direction
succeed or fail
Secret confessions to my
soul been nailed
my desire to possess
and my controls impaled
My eyes silence being hailed
by souls satisfaction fully regaled
The unforgettable sight
that memory cannot fail
captured by photo or ancient
paint brush. Not for sale.
Perfection and it's causes
Divinely detailed
Reflections and its pauses
hopes derailed
Copyright © The Situation | Year Posted 2022
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