Wednesday, June 26, 2013

My Flower


The green of the forest grows in your eyes

The summer's soft breeze is in your laugh

The strength of an oak rests in your thighs

The horizon's gentle curve lies in your calf


Mahogany's rich wood colors your hair

With a sparkle of grey theres a shimmer

The lips harbor kisses pursed in a prayer

Or curl with a smile and a glimmer


Your allure defies grand, father time

Your appeal is like water for thirst

Your grace expands beyond simple rhyme

Fields full of color to burst


That I mature beside such a fount oh so lovely

Nurtures my heart with a peace and great solace

Enveloped in a cocoon of your unending beauty

Is when life, here for me, blossoms best.
for CFN

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