Poetry

There's a certain wistful aspect to her gentle grace
A fair haired lovely with elegance embedded in her face
Clear eyed and full lipped with cheekbones well defined
And just to top that outer view is the beauty of her mind

Such a combination must be more than many men can bear
So much for them to live up to - may they hope they can ensnare
A lady filled with passions that are reserved just for that one
Who offers safety for her heart and can carry her along

With them hand in hand till the night is never gone
Amid the certain knowledge that they will ever look upon
A sight that others cannot as her views are just for him
The truth is that within their bond there never will be sin

For sin is just for other souls that have yet come to learn
Without deep trust and honesty they just cannot discern
The reality of true love is we hold the other high
In every way above ourselves and without the need to ply

Our troth with false pretences in the hope that they might sway
The other's will towards us without a momentary delay
For time is well invested only when all is sincere
Then we will have earned the right to call the other dear

©Rhumour
March 7th 2009