~~~
Not far it was from Heaven
'twas the very month of June
and the sweetest birds were singing
when first
she stole my tune ...
As if from out the bluest sky
an angel came to call
Quintessence of Irish memory
with braids as I recall
The golden sun's shine o'er the dew
reflected
through her eyes
Like flowers
from a woodland path
her smile just mesmerized
With dancer's wings she stepped along
my song held in her arms
My blue eyes dreaming
hypnotized
now locked within her charms
"Good day kind sir"
sweet melody
embraced my very soul
With butterflies and rubber thighs
my tongue
I swear it swoll
My heart stood tall
to brace my jaw
an lock the molars tight
The best I managed
was a smile
my voice had taken flight
Pausing
she locked her gaze to mine
reached out to my lapel
Placed a fragrant flower there
bent close
to share its smell
The moment
stole my breath from me
I gazed in pure delight
Enchanted with her beauty rare
awoke
to silent night
~~~
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:09 AM UTC
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Not far it was from Heaven
'twas the very month of June
and the sweetest birds were singing
when first
she stole my tune ...
As if from out the bluest sky
an angel came to call
Quintessence of Irish memory
with braids as I recall
The golden sun's shine o'er the dew
reflected
through her eyes
Like flowers
from a woodland path
her smile just mesmerized
With dancer's wings she stepped along
my song held in her arms
My blue eyes dreaming
hypnotized
now locked within her charms
"Good day kind sir"
sweet melody
embraced my very soul
With butterflies and rubber thighs
my tongue
I swear it swoll
My heart stood tall
to brace my jaw
an lock the molars tight
The best I managed
was a smile
my voice had taken flight
Pausing
she locked her gaze to mine
reached out to my lapel
Placed a fragrant flower there
bent close
to share its smell
The moment
stole my breath from me
I gazed in pure delight
Enchanted with her beauty rare
awoke
to silent night
~~~
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