"bedazzles" poems
When he sees a shine inside of her
Even while the Sun's descending rays are beaming in his eyes
Or the beautiful glow she has at the darkest hour of the night
He begins to hear love calling his name
The way she makes him feel like he's being nurtured all over again
Isn't a coincidence
She's not attempting to change him, only mold him into a better man
She makes him feel limitless
When the tips of her fingers smoothly caresses the hair on his head and whispers into his ear
She kisses his temple, her lips makes him tremble
And her soft voice is all he hears
He closes his eyes and Thank God
For sending him such a golden soul
Through all of his iniquities and transgressions he don't deserve
Her sweet sufficient love
But his graciousness for her is in evident form
He will walk with her during the pouring rain
Shed blood to share her pain
Captivated by her mysterious allure
He opens himself to love
Inviting her by her hands to join him
In Unison
Still blesses her with enough expansion to stride her confidence in pride
She makes the candle inside of him ignite
The romance inside cry
Out
She's his rib
That God silently plucked from his side in the still of the night as he slumbered
She's the dire lightning to his thunder
From her kind love he knows he's invincible
SHE is the principal
Of why he suits up his tie and perform longs days of labor and sweat
Because he knows that
He's her Eagle, soaring in the sky
He protects her with all of his life
She brings comfort to his soul
Strength to his bones
With one knee planted on the dust
He will hand her The World
No bedazzles are needed
He has his pearl
He refrains from anger
Controls his temptations
Exalt his rapture
Inside of his dominant, sensuous life
She is captured
In his confusion
His pain
frustration
passion and
emotional being
Words, Money, Jewelry, or Love can't explain the joy that she brings
He is a Man In Love
and a man in love, is no simple thing
Copy Right 2013
©Patty Ann
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 10:40 AM UTC
How sweetly sings the lark for hidden Spring
And opens up a path for her to tread;
That with a song or melody doth bring
A single flower, delicate and red.
As dew bedazzles shoots of em'rald grass,
The greedy earth doth quench its endless thirst.
The sun transforms the mountains, black to brass,
And stirs the world from Winter's spell accursed.
The dull and hardened earth that slumbers here
Shall reminisce of warm and kinder days;
And thus commence the deed of every year:
The blossoming of Spring's all-loving gaze.
And thus, upon a soul Spring makes her sign:
A heart from which her love and beauty shine.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
3 is a backwards E
But V is the prettiest letter to me
I guess I'm a sucker for triangles
And the item on my wish list
That best bedazzles
And primps with such grace
I swear she winks
When right up in my face
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC