The most beautiful thing,
Joy to my life it does bring.
It is enticing but delicate,
It's beauty has no duplicate.
I have chosen one among many,
Amongst dollars I have chosen a rare penny.
I cut her from a garden of great beauty,
Loving her has become my only duty.
Her petals adorn my life,
She's the only bee and queen in my hive.
Her thorns stab at my handling hands,
Justified pain accompanied with unmet demands.
The most beautiful rose is mine,
A rose so angelic, so devine.
I water it daily with love and details,
For such beauty is rare and frail.
This is the rose I have chosen,
The one who brought warmth to a hear once frozen.
She's the only rose in my life,
The one I have chose to be my wife.
She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.
As I sat there, pen hovering above the parchment
She was all I could think about.
Her complexion brought to mind olive shale.
She wore a dress,
It was the most wonderful shade of blue, india ink.
With eyes like big blue opals
And hair an amazing shade of brown
That one could only call brass tack.
She was beautiful as a jade.
She is my wife.
She was, and is, my Lyndhurst jade.
up in the v-birth
our lovers turf
this is what I see
you lay under the covers
where we were lovers
sleeping I let you be
I left you laying there
I just had to stare
there was so much to see
your hips nice and cutt
the covers to your butt
I love them completely
I could see your boob
so silky smooth
a beautiful double D
on your boob was your hair
that none could compare
beautiful as could be
I just watched you
my love so true
the one just for me
she is my true love
from heaven above
sent just for me
and though I'm a wild card
she works realy hard
does everything for me
she get health insurance
so there is no deterant
a doctor I go see
she even washes clothes
acourse I don't oppose
clean she'll have me be
she is so smart
with a beautiful heart
don't know what she sees in me
I help her raze her son
treat him like the only one
my little scallywag he be
no matter what occurs
I know's I lover her
and she, loves, me
and she holds my soul
by my fishing pole
caught like a fish I be!
by Capt. Mike
I went to bed ; angry at the World last night
When suddenly my bedroom filled with unearthly Light
The most beautiful women, a specter ; called “ Dreams “
Stood at my bedside, amongst the Moonbeams
Flowers in her hair; Flowers Everywhere : Remember?
Her light brown hazel eyes, the color of early November
Sparkle, as she speaks “ YOU know of LOVE : of Death
You Know Always , Forever, “HIS” “ Everlasting Breath “
Amazement She Reflects to the Iris of Eternal “ L I F E “
My most Beautiful “ Dreams “ : "My most Beautiful “ WIFE “"
Inspired by The ”Contest” “ Tell Her Story “ Sponsored By
Constance La France ~ A Rambling POET~~
Written by HGarvey Daniel Esquire Aka : Harry D. Johnson
Dedicated to the Memory of My LOVING WIFE
“ L E N O R E “
Honorable Mention
One beautiful day...
I asked you out;
And you gave me your number;
That is a day to always remember;
That is what a sweet day is all about.
One beautiful week...
We will be on our honeymoon;
Having strolls on a sandy beach;
Walking till sundown comes to our reach;
That sweet week is coming soon.
When speaking on flowers it’s true as can be
My wife is by far the most beautiful to me
She has the scent of both beauty and love
She is a beautiful Rose that I hold above
Like the Rose she burst of color and life
She is the single Rose my beautiful wife
I don’t know about flowers as you can see
But my wife is a beautiful Rose to me
For Brian's Contest
The rose bud is small and the smell is so sweet
And no other flower in the garden quite so unique
When the petals unfold it makes a beautiful rose
and the fragrance of that flower fills the air
Take the thorns from that beautiful rose
and the beauty can no longer to be found
When the morning dew falls softly on the rose
it's like a tear on a woman's face when she cries
And when a woman's pride is taken away
like the rose her beauty is faded and gone
So never make a woman cry and men be very aware
her beauty may be hidden but the thorn is still there