The MuseA Poem by David Lewis PagetThat wild energy that’s the muse of the sea When I loiter the beach in a storm, Will always reflect all your features to me As I dwell on the shape of your form. I think of you striding knee deep in the swell As the foam swirls and leaps at your thighs, Above you the stars that will add to your spell And reflect in the depth of your eyes. For nature has laid some perfection on you From the curl of your hair to your heels, While I am caught up with an outsider’s view Of what nature’s perfection reveals. You’re way beyond beauty, and way beyond touch As your hair reflects acres of corn, Your skin has a fragrance that’s almost too much From the moment perfection was born. Your smile has a radiance hard to describe As it peers down on me from above, Its essence the finest of wines to imbibe In its warmth, and the presence of love. Beware of the man who has death in his soul And the winter set deep in his eyes, He’ll court and he’ll chaff you, until he can have you Then tear you apart with his lies. If I could but charm you, I’d never alarm you But gaze on you rapt from afar, Your love would be taken, but never forsaken I’d worship you just as you are. David Lewis Paget
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Added on March 20, 2017Last Updated on March 20, 2017 Tags: energy, stars, nature, perfection Author
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