Poem : Ode to my Empress

From a butterfly in China,
To the deserts of the Nile,
There's no view, my dear, that's finer,
Than when I see your smile.

The Taj Mahal, the Vatican,
The Palace of Versailles,
My love, they are just buildings,
Whilst I'm lost within your eyes.

From the Opera House in Sydney,
To the Queen of England's own fanfare,
There's no symphony worth playing,
Than that of my fingers through your hair.

Your body is a temple,
Both holy and revered,
But still I find my darling,
There's a moment that I fear.

For when you're not with me,
Not one place feels like home.

My empress, I'll be your Caesar,
If you'll only be my Rome.

Copyright Lee Douglas, Sept 2011 - All Rights Reserved.

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rjsadowski 5 years ago

The poem and the pictures matched well together.

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Blair Rockefeller 5 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Very nice. Liked it a lot.

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abradford55 5 years ago from Howell,MI

that was absolutly beautiful, so awesome and rewarding thanks for sharing that

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