Whispers of Love
Once saw you freshly bathed, with glowing soft skin
Remember your hair with the stars and moons therein.
Your piercing grey-blue eyes making my heart sway
The greenest of things blue, the bluest of things grey.
You fuller pouty lower lip alluring to my upper lip
I don’t need to get tips, as beautiful lips sink ship
I remember your look, making me quite nervous
Those eyes leaning, increasing my heart’s pulses
Come in my garden, roses want to see you blossoming
The recesses of my heart needs to feel throbbing
Come, my mind wishes to feel intellectual touch
Come in my dreams, I wish to confront reality as such.
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April 8,2014
Form: Rhyme
Dr. Ram Mehta
Ninth Place Win
Contest: Whispers of Love by Gail Angel Doyle
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