Form, style, structure are all in vain
If you when read a poem
Don’t see there a bit of your pain
In the lines a speck of redress
Return on read a grain of happiness
A part of you speaking in that poem
A recognized tale your traveled realm
Where your mind roams with your eyes
Dark labyrinths valleys of sunrise
And at end of ride through trough and crest
Moments invested leave you no regret.

She wore below a knee length skirt
reaching neck above cleavage
love at those times was quite an art
for romance was the golden age!

Little was revealed of her tender skin
closed knees she sat pulling frock
what mystery was it that lay within
that tempted teen heart to unlock!

Most revealed was her dark bare feet
her ribboned hair oiled crow black
when she walked stopped heartbeat
knees grew weak and slack!

She was the girl the most beautiful
the girl that bared not much
a girl to be sought breaking all the rule
I could die for her just one touch!