Written for a friend, deeply in love; as he described her
You asked me how to best describe this one
In metric terms; perhaps Imperial.
She’s tallish, as they say, for just a girl.
But here my image of her is just begun.
My eyes see not just darkest chestnut hair,
But midnight waterfalls of sable light;
Perfidious tumbling tresses that delight
To brush and so caress her shoulders there.
Ah, should my fingers those dark fiends remove
From out their place, that there I’d rest my hand.
Her eyes, sweet languorous oval gems. Who planned
The raven’s wing; deep darkest night, could not improve
Where in constant harmony, her hair, her eyes, each lash
Conspire to shame the darkest gem, the jet.
And three in one, dark mysteries so set
In tumultuous darkness; burgundy splashed,
Dark as a conspiracy of ravens. The sun
Drenched wall would catch her shadow as she passes.
The reed, the swallow’s patterned flight, supple grasses
Look down in shame; their elegance surpassed by such a one.
Her lips, her eyes, her supple form, her hair;
Sweet lips of red from pomegranate pressed.
Most lovely creation, with beauty blessed;
Confection of my passion, my desire... and my despair.
This poem has a partner.
This poem has a partner. It was written with two people in mind.
Each poem should be able to stand alone but if you would like to read the other one please use the link provided.
‘Angelica’ & ‘Angel Muse’
- Angelica by Twilight Lawns
You asked me how to best describe this one In metric terms; perhaps Imperial. Shes tallish, as they say, for just a girl. But here my image of her is just begun.
- Angel Muse
This is the first poem that I wrote for my friend. It is the partner, and the friend of 'Angelica'. No wall so strong; no masonry robust; No wooden door so stout; no heart so sturdy; No soul inviolate that passion, requiring entry, Can be repulsed.
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