The Letter She is diminutive, heart and soul of a giant, her hair is the night, her eyes twin eclipsed moons in which I often lose myself mystified by her fiery passion and her silent tears She is poetry, tenacious. Her erotic nature in full blossom unblemished; pure adolescent innocence Wise beyond her years Love her? How can I not but love her, she has bewitched me as surely as there is black magic; no longer am I sane, my thoughts are not those of an elder moor but of a young Viking warrior off to conquer some new province and in process take a virgin; a young nymph who seems to have been waiting just for him You see my friend she is the most beautiful creature Father has set upon this earth. She is Venus, she is what the Angels risked death to mate and what men have solicited since the beginning of civilized society And I do love her, with all my heart and soul and what is more beautiful than my love for her, is that for the first time in my life I know that my love for this woman is equaled by her love for me Yes, yes I know what you are thinking, that it is a grey mans folly, that such things are not possible and perfection is seldom realized It was she that made me see past her youth, the obvious haters and into her soul. It was there, deep within, I found God She is diminutive, heart and soul of a giant, her hair is the night, her eyes twin eclipsed moons in which I often lose myself mystified by her fiery passion and her silent tears. She is my wife, Eva The Sac Poet Copyright 2008 thesacpoet.blogspot
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 15:07:44 +0000
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