Lines Of Love

This poem describes a man affected by pure beauty. His reaction to her beauty creates lines of love in his heart. To him she was wrapped by God's own hands and given to mankind, so he gives her beautiful love lines from his heart.

There's none sweeter
upon whom my eyes now feast
Good the sampling,
but lick I, my fingers for more
Nourish now my starving eyes,
stuff them full
    as my temperature rise
Throne me, my love
Throne me, my heart...
           Ooh let it be
And let such a crown live
           in infinity
Though some say
   the presence of beauty
   is for the eyes of fools,
but yours eyes...
  send such beautiful pools
into the core of my soul,
a vision of perfection...
   I shall forever hold
Let not this fire burn low
nor the wind blow...
   out this burning flame
but let me enjoy such now
because a light dew drop
can't be compared
            to a hard rain

copyrights 2005
Robert Anthony James

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