Within The Glass.

From whence you come my pretty lass
Your beauty etched within the glass
Your eyes as green as emerald stones
Would hold their beauty on any throne
Before you stands there but a man
Reduced in stature to a lamb
A passion beyond reason lies
Within my heart with muffled sighs
An emptiness that echoes still
Yet craves that wanton lovers thrill
Bereft the touch that sweet caress
That one in love seeks to possess.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2006-11-13 at 18:41

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Kathy Lockhart
mysterious love shows and flows sweetly, gently through this lovely piece.
2006-11-13