Love Poem: Mirror Of Love
sábado, 6 de octubre de 2007 by Shujel
His eyes beheld my own
that night in June
While ambling 'neath a
starry midnight sky
And, there below an oval,
platinum moon
We viewed a crimson comet
passing by
The warm night air
bore clothing for our skin
Yet, in our nakedness
we failed to see
How some could view
such art form as a sin
The finely sculpted lines
of ecstasy
And though some speak of art,
I fear them blind
When they choose not to see
and thus, deny
While gazing on us unclothed
they may find
No beauty more to
e'er enchant the eye
Than you, my love, thy heart
as pure as gold
And me, whose love is
mirrored in your soul.
- Tamara Beryl Latham
that night in June
While ambling 'neath a
starry midnight sky
And, there below an oval,
platinum moon
We viewed a crimson comet
passing by
The warm night air
bore clothing for our skin
Yet, in our nakedness
we failed to see
How some could view
such art form as a sin
The finely sculpted lines
of ecstasy
And though some speak of art,
I fear them blind
When they choose not to see
and thus, deny
While gazing on us unclothed
they may find
No beauty more to
e'er enchant the eye
Than you, my love, thy heart
as pure as gold
And me, whose love is
mirrored in your soul.
- Tamara Beryl Latham
