My heart's keeper.

A woman of a kind.

Mornings be beauteous flowers,
a walking true beauty that swirls behind season's wind.

It is all a humour of daisies,
one that is written within their attractive diary.

Mornings be beauteous smile,
one that mends tortured spirits.

It carries calm warm tweets of birds,
a sweet accent that be mellisonant.

It is the whir of a bird's wings,
that rustles folk melodies through mine window when I am all asleep.

A true comfort to be cherished.

Mornings be beauteous flowers,
with magic appeal of romance to all flutter flies .

It carries a view of no kind,
a memory yet to be dreamt.

Butterflies flirting as they flutter,
appreciating the warmth of morning' romance.

I capture such moments,
as their colorful wings seduce mine sight with their appeal.

It is humanity,
that dulcorate one's heart.

A woman of that kind,
has come into my life.

It is her humanity,
that led mine heart's philia expression.

It is a woman of that kind,
whom be mine dulcinea.

It is a woman of that kind,
whom chafes my chest when it's morning.

Reviews

[The Brazilian Poet]

I really loved this poem: absolutely plastic, shows us a wonderful place where there is peace and beauty! The poet with his words took a photo! Poetical, romantic also, I hope that Dulcinea won't be only a dream as it happened with Don Quixote, but a reality for the happiness of the author. Congratulation my friend - very good! A great hug from Brazil!

[GalaxyGhost]

This made my good mood go to feeling awesome! This poem is so beautiful that it captures a spring morning so nicely! I love how this poem has so much color and it is like that one song that strikes a chord in your heart. Keep up the writing! I love it!

[Tristesse]

Good evening,

You have an amazing way with words, I enjoyed this poem. It captures the beauty so well, with vivid descriptive manner where it should be. Keep up the good work.

Best regards,
Tristesse