Woman

A second write about the mystery- This time in mono-rhyme

Such splendor, I find in Nature’s trace

A form to feast on with a feisty face

no line that falters, each curve in place

God Gave this beauty with Gentle Grace

Sprinkled with spices of cinnamon, and mace

that heaves the heart; cause blood to race

This fountain, this female, this life’s embrace

Beauty in eyes, her form, her face

but Her mind I find is my ultimate chase

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This is an amazing poem. The beauty that you paint it with is simply stunning. The flow is smooth and it held my attention all the way to the end.

[Dark Empress]

I love this view of a woman, amazing description. I enjoyed this poem very much. Great work :)

[Ed Hart]

the scent of her lace
the queen of hearts trumped my ace
i left in disgrace

[em]

- ah - spectacular ode here - i agree with serah - and that chase - it can go a really long way - is what i think! -

[.]

. beautiful ... sheer magic all the way ... the ultimate ode ... but don't chase her away ...