My Love
MY LOVE!
Wow, see her coming
From her heavenly boudoir like spring
The angelic bonnie queen
Chaste and verdant as virgin green!
Such glossy cheery smile
That I’m mesmerized all the while,
And her articulate serpentine gait
Like proud riverine princess of that rate.
Her appearance’s like magic wand
That makes everything beautiful and grand;
Her sweet-scented air as of ambergris
That causes all to whiff with bliss!
What a skin! Soft brilliant ebony, incarnate
In refined sunny gold glint climate;
With loose suited raiment of nature’s kind,
This soignée queen elsewhere I never find.
How her eyes radiate love’s fires
And I, enchanted by sheer love’s desires
Her fine lips set like bloomed roses;
Her voice, akin with wind blown pansies.
Were I lucky to endear myself to you
Would I render a burning love so true.
For your beauty is of no essence or mould
If no one do have you to hold!
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