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The Lover



Your emerald eyes,

Like dewdrops glistening on green grass.

The shine in them,

Is like the twinkling of the stars.


You’re ivory skin,

Reminds me of the moonlight.

Like a gorgeous lily

Colored in silvery white.


Your sunkissed hair,

Blowing gently in the breeze.

I do not look long,

My breath may freeze.


You’re sideways glance,

As sharp as a knife.

Like a Greek goddess or a marble sculpture,

Brought to life.

Your poise, your grace,

Guides my moving pen.

Your beauty brings out,

The poet within.


The tinkle of your soft voice remains in my ears,

Long after you are long gone.

Your memory drives me crazy,

Makes me want to break out in a song.





Alas, my dear

I am in love with your beauty

But not with you.

This sounds like an obsession,

For this love is not true.


I am a passionate man,

With much passion to spare.

As soon as you leave my thoughts,

Someone else is already there.