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Laetitia

For Laetitia, beaute des beautes.

  O beautiful Laetitia, Your form by Nature made, Lovelier than the flowers That grace a summer glade, What sweet and tender torture It is to see your eyes, Though only in an image; My heart they crystallize And shatter it as surely As steel must vanquish glass. O merciless Laetitia, My torments never pass! Mellifluous as music, Your name is joy enshrined; A richly perfumed blossom Around my soul entwined. How wonderful,...

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Lucia

Dedicated to Lucia

  Lucia shakes her hair of raven hue; Those silky Tuscan tresses that the sun adores. They dance about her shoulders in the breeze And revel in her honey scented way. Each step she takes adorns the view And every gesture lends her charm to all. Her touch is living flame, her winsome eyes beguile, As supple shoulders catch the morning light. Each day I see her grace the pebbled shore, Where, with glistening skin and shaded...

DirtyMartini

Of This You Can Be Sure

This is most definitely a love poem...

The summer sun rises over the hills, With a beauty and certain grace, But it cannot compete with the beauty of you, Or the beauty of your face. The falling snow in wintertime, Makes everything look so new, But it cannot compare with the beauty, The beauty that is you. The birds in springtime sing their song, So sweetly and so pure, But they cannot compare with your sweet words, Of this you can be sure. The colorful leaves...

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She Reclines

A poem about one of those beauties glimpsed by night that will haunt us forever.

  Once, in the realm of sweet oblivion; That vast empire of half forgotten dreams, I saw a girl with eyes of pale vermillion Dancing amidst the soft moonbeams.   Upon the pure and silken sands she danced; Her feet kissed gently by the breaking waves, Holding the breeze in awe, the stars above entranced, Making all mortal men her slaves.   Deep in the languid heart of night she glides Across the boundless obsidian plain. T...

Horns

The Pearl

Perfect round hiding in its shellBalancing within the foldsOf soft succulent nectar rainPush back the protective coverAnd reveal the prize withinTaste of simple waterOr honey dewAs it passes into my mouthAnd trickles down my throatThe smile as the temperature riseSalty water rolls downPouring and swellingSeizing and bidding the bloodTo reach the surfaceBreak and releaseRushing like a geyserSimplicity ariseAnd elation is b...