"Melting the soul of the man"
Evan G 

She was a southern lover,
From her doe eyed stare,
Down to her cowboy boots,
Persona sweeter then the tea
Steeped In the Psalms of The South.

She was a southern lover,
A refined drawl cultured
With French influence her demotic
Melting the soul of the man
She calls darling and mon cheri
In the same fervent phrase.

She was a southern lover,
Growing like the magnolia tree
Planted at her birth,
Walking where the wind blows,
Humming with the land.

She was a southern lover,
But we danced to Zeppelin,
Howling out the ballad we were
Sloshing beer & wine
To our record good times.

She was a southern lover,
As we watched the sunset
On the porch swing with a
Basset hound bubbling,
Howling the kiss I stole
In the last rays of light.

She was a southern lover,
And I a southern man,
And we swore to love till our
Astral hearts last nova into sand.

"take roots in the depths of your gentle soul,"
Melody W 

tribulations unceasingly rain down on you in a loveless effort to
attack and break your aching body; yet grains of sand and truth
begin to take roots in the depths of your gentle soul,
in turn becoming tiny pearls, glorious in their minuscule splendor

©MW
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