A Sonnet
kissing the tip of each flower bud's head.
Upon each colourful bloom she does bless
her fragrant scent, and in love they are wed.
She gazes from a position supreme,
watching as passion pirouhettes in glee;
the buds awaken from romance filled dream,
to see sunkissed petals sway gracefully.
Expressions of love made sweeter than wine;
kisses of mouth intoxicate senses.
As sun bounds over hills, flowers incline,
allowing love to break down defences.
Lips soft as velvet, drip with liquid myrrh,
sweet as honeycomb causes heart to stir.
Poetry by Kiran
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Written on 2007-05-14 at 09:07
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In Summer Hours
Summer smiles wistfully in regal dress,kissing the tip of each flower bud's head.
Upon each colourful bloom she does bless
her fragrant scent, and in love they are wed.
She gazes from a position supreme,
watching as passion pirouhettes in glee;
the buds awaken from romance filled dream,
to see sunkissed petals sway gracefully.
Expressions of love made sweeter than wine;
kisses of mouth intoxicate senses.
As sun bounds over hills, flowers incline,
allowing love to break down defences.
Lips soft as velvet, drip with liquid myrrh,
sweet as honeycomb causes heart to stir.
Poetry by Kiran
Read 667 times
Written on 2007-05-14 at 09:07
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