Hopeless Allure
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Amidst the trees, a whisper'd sway,
The wind, a zephyr, soft and low,
That stirs the leaves, and rustles slow.
The island dreams, in languid sleep,
Its beauty wrapt, in mystery deep,
The moon, a ghost, in silver white,
That glimmers through, the dark of night.
The woman walks, with steps so light,
Her hair, a cloud, that flows behind,
Invites my touch, with gentle, loving light,
Her eyes, two stars, that shine and wind.
The island's heart, beats with her own,
In rhythm sweet, of love unsealed and known,
The trees, like sentinels of old,
Guarding the secrets, of the heart, untold.
In this still place, where love does reign,
The woman's beauty, holds its sweet domain,
And I, a wanderer, in this fair land,
Am bound, a captive, to her enchanting hand.
Copyright © Christian Andrew | Year Posted 2025
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