Oh Aphrodite!

 

Oh Aphrodite! Who have thou sent this beautiful theros day, warm even hot in direct sunlight this morn; an ordinary day no thought of love, no one in mind as I walk outside, with my sand dunes to climb. Somehow unknowing, fate, chance their one step high; an angel, my eyes to her eyes, face to face, bosom to bosom, so close, so near, a smile, a smile that gives me joy, excitement, butterflies, flush, heart beat increases who knows. Her purity being there, over whelmed by her radiance for a few seconds in heaven; a face so out of this world, no true word can explain, she who has taken ones heart.

Lost in her smile, lost in her eyes; those eyes so captivating, one word I need, “love. “

 

What is this warmth? I feel from thee, not of thy body heat; it is more than that, cool refreshing, yet’ warm glowing, invisible attracting pulling calling, all around theirs only she my eyes see, it seems a haze, a cloud, or light grey fog surrounds this beautiful woman, she’s taken or given could it be love, not a physical feeling of sex, not that. It’s more, much more;

Eyes see true love for one, is this how paradise is? Lost for words we have no speech, only sunshine warmth of heat, and sun’s rays only of light. Yes, yes it ‘tis two as one, all that is, that was, lost. Signals, rightly, wrongly taken, not a crush, so unexpected; then one word to break the spell, those lips we see open say, “Hello” Lost in a world not of this, mind confused speak fool; one makes love, takes love that’s of the physical, their seems another, could be wrong, right day, time, weather, sunshine, temperature, frame of mind. However, most of all that face, person in front of you; it’s not the place could be anywhere for a second cloud nine.

Is this an angel in front of me? Forever smitten like first love; time does heal replace what is taken, a calling within to be with thee, is it fate, a Goddess in front of me? Only my heart knows. Lost in his dream world a voice calls out.

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

Wow! What passion is in here. That face, beauty of indescribable proportions. Is this the face that launched a thousand ships, or is this a dream, an apparition?
The descriptive language you've used here is wonderful.
I too am old.