Woman

****This poem was written for all the wonderful women out there and my appreciation of their lovely existence --- half the reason my pen becomes ablaze is to adore the superior of the genders. Everyday almost I get at least a memorable smile from a woman while commuting; this fills my soul....**** To look into the eyes of lovely itself, and dream a thousand days of her smile, and call the millenium barren without her, tall, plush walk..... strides in the naked night.... Moons waiting to delight, the feathered silk of her waxen wings; a million suns could not melt.... But her hero upon the hill, and make sweet surrender her arms; and wanting her touch to love, in a midnight grove, stroll the lush orchard, with flowers in her hand..... To music at home, dancing into bedrooms.... and dreamy little love lands.... For all the mysteries of a woman in her hand, (she held)

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 1/26/2020 2:21:00 PM

- This is beautiful and romantic, Keith - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 1/28/2020 6:55:00 PM

Thanks Anne-Lise, you are always sweet and supportive, and a mighty fine poet:-)

Robert Lindley

Date: 1/25/2020 6:49:00 AM

This my friend is truly an exquisite example of classic romanticism on display. So much so that the old masters would envy its brilliant author his immense talent. A gem and a wonderful fav too.

Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 1/25/2020 6:19:00 PM

When Robert Lindley commends another poet in such a way --- I have done well in perfecting my pen! Many many thanks my dear old friend;-)

Vijay Pandit

Date: 1/23/2020 6:57:00 AM

Just an awesome ode to the superior gender in lovely ornaments--enjoyed the read, Keith--it flows like a romantic song.

Keith O.J. Hunt
Date: 1/25/2020 6:15:00 PM

Thanks Vijay;-)