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Epic & Romantic Poetry (23)

Jewel

by Myself

I have a jewel of a lady,
So precious she is to me.
Sought by many,
But mine alone.
Uninhibited and free.

Ruby lips for me alone,
To kiss throughout the night.
As we make tender love,
Holding tightly one another.
Truly my great delight.

Emerald eyes that look at me,
With a passion of wanton lust.
Her amourous warmth,
Will spread over me.
With feelings that are a must.

Pearl skin that is so smooth,
Soft, gentle, and quite pure.
She shows me all her beauty,
As nature had intended.
A body with allure.

I truly have a jewel,
A diamond to adore.
Each day she looks
So much better to me.
And I love her even more.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Symphony
Of Love

by Myself

Tonight we shall make tender music,
Express our need for one another.
With softness as the sweetest dove,
The sounds heard will reflect our passion,
As we conduct our symphony of love.

I hold her as a violin,
As the melody drifts through the air.
Quite loving in my gathering arms,
Playing her with a longing,
And a wanting for her charms.

She touches me as a golden harp,
As her fingers play the strings.
The notes form the perfect sound,
Playing me like an angel would,
Our love heard all around.

The symphony's not over yet,
For the music shall play again.
The song of love will fill the night,
With tender sounds and passion felt,
Of us in sheer delight.