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Amongst the oaks and the maples and shrubbery so green
Runs a translucent flow, a stream so pristine
It's meandering contours hugging the land
Takes me back to the day, we met unplanned
The sky was pale blue on this hot summers day
Cotton wool clouds in mesmerising display
It's as if you could reach out and brush with your hand
This candy floss coating ceiling our land
Many meadows I walked through capturing the sounds
Listening to her marvels in cinema surround
Technicolour rainbows so radiant to the eye
Such beauty in nature, understandably why
I reach the turn-style that leads to the forest walk
Listening to the breeze through the trees as if they talk
These pillars of stature, as old as grandfathers years
Many stories they could tell, that would bring you to many tears
As I stroll through the leafy lanes, mapped out over many years
Trampled underfoot by it's inhabitants, badgers and beautiful red deer
I now reach the stream as I follow it's meandering flow
To a pool at it's end where past maidens bathed in glow
My ears now pick up sounds of singing and a splashing
Resonating from the pool, a glimpse of pink now flashing
A lady stands before me, bathing in the stream
Scarlet clothing in sporadic lay, am I in some kind of dream
I call out to this beauty as she turns and looks at me
Towards the bank she walks, and invites me in with she
Knee deep in crystal waters our bodies close in touch
My clothing now drifts away, the two of us in clutch
Into our eyes we both now look as blood flows through my veins
Her touch is soft and gentle, my hands now stroke her mane
Deeper we edge out as she floats and hugs my waist
The two of us in join in this beautiful serene quiet place
Our emotion creates commotion as our undulations reach the shore
Ripples of joy they are as underwater hands explore
The coldness incites a reaction, in pert and firm caress
In delightful blend we release, two souls in loving press
Kissing we reach the bank, on her summer dress we lie
Sighing in breathless spoon, we stare at the green canopy sky
Many, many hours have passed, lying naked below the peeking sun
This is the day I met my scarlet woman, the day our lives began
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If I am to describe beauty,
if I am to describe the beauty that I have found in you, then I will start, saying...
Lilies are beautiful, the most beautiful of all flowers that i have ever seen.
Peacocks are gorgeous, the most adorable bird I have seen.
The bead-like snake is amazing and fascinating that
none of its species could match up to its radiance and splendor.
The rainbow no match with its carefully selected colors, outlining the sky.
Yet, I have not seen anything as beautiful as you or everything that you have made out of
me
from the day you have come into my life.
I do not aspire to be perfect anymore because in you i have found perfection.
I shall not aspire to be loved anymore because in you I have found Love in the excess of it.
All I just wanna say to the whole world is that you are loved.
If the elephant wishes, let it go into the jungle.
if the snail pleases, let it forget its shell and walk naked
When the talking drum travels, let its jingles follow it wherever it pleases.
All can go away and I will not be shaken as long as you are not going anywhere,
I am more than pleased..
Form:
Her way was so graceful -- yet bold...
She'd left her mark on many hearts,
With soft spoken words she controlled...
Refined beauty ne'er to depart...
He looked upon this beautiful face,
Her way was so graceful -- yet bold...
He thought that time had slowed its pace
She heard his thoughts and took control...
Dressed in lace she had caught his gaze
The initiative would be hers...
Her way was so graceful -- yet bold...
This left his head spinning for days.
Have her he must, this beautiful thing
Possibilities un-foretold....
Essence was caught in his paintings
Her way was so graceful -- yet bold...
Her negligee was more than beautiful lace.
Her body glowed through the sheer cool fabric.
My hand softly caressed her beautiful face.
Her body so luscious begging my tongue to lick.
This lace was magical and brought an embrace.
This embrace made her tingle with my hard stick.
New love makes you so high, it's better than drugs.
New love is also known for kisses and hugs.
Her flesh engulfed my hard stick as she sat.
Rubbing her rosebud and shivering with chills.
Exquisitely tight, I was wearing no hat.
Making my hard stick swell with fantastic thrills.
This new love was no ordinary pussy cat.
Her lips would swell around my hard stick like gills.
Movement so pleasurable on my tactile glands.
I knew this new love would be in all my plans.
New love, Christmas love, all from the world above.
Ecstasy revealed with every move that's made.
Beloved come and spin on my hard stick of love.
For this moment in time, I would never trade.
My hard stick fits your rosebud like a tight glove.
The fragrance of your rosebud will never fade.
I want you because you are my everything.
This new love is what I would have Santa bring.
*Written for Jared Picketts "Ottava Rima" New Love contest
Dark as Midnight,
but with a aura that radiates like sun.
100 watt smile, must have seen it from a mile,
& knew right then within my heart
she was the one!
Her essence had beautiful Black Queen
illuminating from its core.
I seen her once, maybe twice, & the third time..?
I was like a dope fiend, cuz I was fiending
for more!
Cuz, she was a beautiful black book!,
with gold trimmings that I yearn to read.
Wanted to know her story...every page & understand
this exquisite Black Queen.
Be engulfed by her beauty & words,
as we manifest to one another.
They say beauty is only skin deep,
but I swear she was like no other!
Never seen such beauty & perfection since
my existence on this earth.
Thought she was a rare Black Diamond...
& I was compel to know her worth!
Uncomprehendable, surely this creature had to
be a Angel!
But, her presence was mystic & she left
me with no angle.
On, how to reach her heart?, how to reach her mind?
Two elements from the same person entwined!
But, the truth of the mater is, she'll never be mines.
So from a distance, I look & yearn for the opportunity
to get to know this cutie.
& no, I didn't want her body...I just wanted to know this
Midnight Beauty!
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this is not a joke ceizar souza
my love i hurt when you say your joking with me
i am not that man ,that would every hurt you ceizar
for I'm changing my life to be with you forever
like the harp,or the piano that plays SUCH beautiful note for our ears to hear
this is like my love to you ceizar
soft words over soft winds that blow like a dream land.so beautiful to the eyes
the tears that fall are love for you
the heart the shivers with sweet love for you my ceizar
moonlight so soft to the eyes thoughts
building so powerful
planes that fly up high in the above skies
as i take your hand my angle of the light i will show you the way
I'm your guiding light tonight
stars so beautiful ,like your eyes that i see
this is not a joke my ceizar this is real love i,m giving to you
i want to watch you cry your tear of love
for look at the beauty above
angles gathering in the sky above to show you my love
god has take you sole and my sole and inbound them in to true love
so never think my dear ceizar I'm joking with you
I DO LOVE YOU .
Every summer I sail sweetly on a still and serene sea;
Floating my beautiful boat with my friends and fans,
We Cruise carefully on my colorful Cabin Cruiser.
Reefing and racing, running and roaming…relaxing,
Floating a boat is fun, lovely and lively, I’m never lonely,
My boat is on pressure while I’m deep in pleasure;
Playing games, partying; with sights and sounds on the sea.
Sailing before the wind… I follow the wind’s course,
The speed is sometimes slow and sometimes it hastens like a horse,
Floating a boat is lively… little luggage, lovely voyage.
The breeze and the boat befriend each other… by and by;
Every nautical mile, on the Nile, we seldom sing and smile,
Floating my beautiful boat is a terrific transport… full of fun.
As he enters the room, his mind freed from his past. Looking towards a bed. Such a thin
shadows lays cast. On the angel that has taken the confines of his bed. Long, beautiful
silk flowing from her head. He pushes the pen to the paper to release the selfish thoughts
from his past. For she has shed a a new, bright light that is so beautiful and vast. He
witnesses the angel with the blankets clutched to her side. A peaceful sleep has taken
the place of the emptiness she once felt inside. Continuing to write, his pen bleeds ink
onto this page. His mind lets go of the things that once caused him rage. Breathing in.
Deep. Exhaling a new form of life. As he sits next to the angel laying on her side. He rests
his hand onto hers, a spark ignited inside his soul. His heart grows warm as she melts
the trials and tolls that have abused and tormented his core. His sleeping beauty lies
with her eyes closed. A shimmer of hope released from her lips. As he rests his other
hand at the edge of her hip. With his hand he brushes the silk away from her face and the
purest form of beauty radiates.
Nothing is as beautiful as watching the sun set in its splendor and radiance.
Nothing is so natural as watching the nature blossom in its peacefulness.
The birds singing in their sonorous voices.
The trees and plants blowing their bigles and trumpets and flutes.
The ocean flowing in its stillness and coolness,
making a harmonious melody to the soul.
Nothing is as sacres as a secret, bounding together for the fear of betrayal.
Nothing is as adorable as a treasure.
All this put together would not be able to quantify what it means to express what you have
been
to my life and world.
Oh! Behold my beautiful maiden, lonely on the hills of melancholy
and with her sonorous voice she sings
chanting for a missing Adonis.
In you I have found peace, joy and happiness.
A treasure I have found in you and that means more than the world to me.
This, I have longed for, and this I have found,you!
Like the snail I was,
I withdrew to my shell and said i would not come out again from my shell
but the first rain of the new season has sent my snail out again roaming its tentacles
in the coolness of the fresh air.
The beauty that others couldn't find on her face,
I have found in her heart.
That was why they couldn't find the treasure that i have found in her.
They call her princess but i call her a queen.
They call her a friend, I call her a companion.
They call her a woman, I call her a mother.
They call her a girl but i call her a wife.
They said she is weak, but in her i have found my strength.
In her I have built a beautiful world where only the two of us would live comfortably
without the disturbance or interference of this wicked world.
I would live comfortably in this world i have built with you forever if you wont kick me out
because without you, this world all put together is meaningless and vague to me.
Form:
The scent of beer and wasted tobacco burned in my nose
Perfumes swirled about, but nothing caught my strict attention
The smell of Beauty was not in the air, because Beauty was not there
My eyes lazed about the crowd looking for something sweet
Many shapes flashed by flaunting the female form, but nothing of interest
The perfect curves of Beauty never caught my stare, Because beauty was not there
My one hand held a damp bottle close waiting for another drink
The other squeezed the formless air wanting something soft to grip
My hand couldn’t touch the silk of golden hair, because Beauty was not there
Arms waving in the shadows around questioning couples
People left their love on the floor with the ashes and dried tears
My heart was calm beating slowly without a care, because Beauty simply wasn’t there
I lay in my bed with the death of the evening all around me
But my ears caught the memory of words spoken in my longing slumber
It was as if Beauty had finally found me, in that place between dreams and daylight
The hopes of seeing your beautiful face keeps my heart at bay
Knowing that the feel of your beautiful embrace keeps the lonely cold away
You are Beauty, and you are perfect, and I can’t help but go on about you this way
Vasava
An untold story Part 02/Many
Description of the Vasava's Amazing Beauty
Her eyes brows were blessed by the Goddess of beauty and love
And they use to come in motion, during her dancing sessions
Throwing arrows of passions, on the beholders of her dances
Charmed by her magic, they all feel lost in her beauty and looks
The Creator took the color of red, from the petals of Rose
And He decided to paint her Rose petal like beautiful lips
To make her enchanting face, He used his own flawless hands
As He wanted to make her, an embodiment of perfection
Her teeth’s were like the store of Basra’s glittering pearls
Where the Creator had studded those sparkling pearls in rows
With her each smile the beauty of her face use to glow red
During her singing her lovers waited, for the glimpse of her Basra rows
While she sung her tongue use to collect nectar from them
To shower it on those, watching her dances & listening her songs
Encouraged she use to give those thrilling dance performances
Which can fill a human hearts with more passion and mirth
The Creator had shaped Vasava’s body and beauty, to
Show His workmanship perfection and the beauty of His moulds
And brought Vasavadutta as a woman of perfection on Earth
So the humans may know, how beautiful the Beauty can be
Ravindra to be continued
Kanpur India 2nd March 2010 in 3/Many
Love is a beautiful thing.
What a turn is just that of mind to heart.
To believe seem to be just an illusion.
It truely exist...
To find that of the soul is incredible.
Such peace, such sense of being.
Just being me is all I'm being.
It's there I am heart as God has made me.
That of a wonderful creation he has givin' us.
To love one another for who we are.
Regardless of the world we from.
We never forget that feeling to which stands there.
I just know it's a beautiful thing to love someone.
Because it's all my heart wants to do.
Is to be near you and love for eternity.
Happy Valentine's Day!
Soulmates are like two beautiful doves on a warm summer’s day
They are perfect for each other in every single way
Soulmates are like roses so beautiful and sweet
They will work through utter and absolute defeat
Soulmates are like rain drops
That fall and kiss you from the roof tops
Soulmates are like a calm ocean bay
They help guide each other through every single day
Soulmates love each other to the end of time
They’re with one another until the clock’s final chime
Soulmates together until the end
There’s no problem that they can’t possibly mend
Soulmates can outstand the stormiest weather
That’s why soulmates are together forever
Written by: Betty Sue Kope-Crawford
April 16, 2009
A rose is a beautiful thing.
The scent soft and sweet.
Colors of all different hues.
Soft petals like velvet cloth.
Petals we can lie upon.
Love that we can share.
Underneath a romantic moon.
In our sweet marriage bed.
Lovers walk together.
If they only knew.
What it is like to get roses.
That were cut in the garden by you.
They would know the passion.
Glowing desire that erupts.
Everyone could see the way,
your eyes adore my every move.
Romantic sweet intentions.
I hold deep in my heart.
They speak of beautiful roses.
Sweet expressions brought by you.
Form:
I never dreamt in a million days, that I would say.
--You Must Have Been a Beautiful Baby! --
I set out on an adventure in May, just to play.
No interest in love or passion, single and free,
Then out of nowhere, you bent my heart in disarray.
No other woman will ever scrape my eyes from thee.
Perfection was the word that came to mind that day.
Bold beautiful eyes glistening in the shade of me,
Capturing my passion, definitely in every way,
Yes my lover divine, you had to be a gorgeous baby.
Angels would have whispered, of your arrival that day.
Nature, would have shouted triumphantly, out to sea.
Sea gulls on the horizon, gliding the clouds away.
Whales surface above to blow, for no rains to be.
Upon this earth, your day of birth, everyone did say.
Yes, in the whole world, you are the most beautiful baby.
Inspired by contest title and my life and love,but not for contest