Kindest Eyes

She had wise eyes and the kind of thighs
Could bring a Samson to his knees
Her hair was like the angels in a painting in The Lourve
A poetess with wicked righteous verse an existential ouerve
Revealed in Light of all the rain that fell so long so far
To fall it is when all your hope lives in a ghost who lost
His way some other day finding sighs
Could spook his chances to the breeze
Raising his passion by degrees
She had wise thighs and the kindest eyes





Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-09-13 at 23:06

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