An angel may be too near of an amorous person.
But she may be far away for him to approach her.
A morning bird beckoned me here,
To meet my angel longing to share.
I felt too shy to gaze at her face,
What charm is there,I can't trace.
I saw the soft lips with very light hue,
What magic is hidden there,nobody knew.
I craved to touch the wonderful lips,
The bird stopped me to offer some tips.
I stared deep into the skies of the eyes,
I saw there rainbows playing with butterflies.
I craved to move my fingers over the gems,
The bird stopped me to offer other games.
I looked at the thin pink-colored ear.
It was so lovely with the simple gear!
I stooped to see the type of the pierce,
The bird stopped me,it looked fierce!
I switched my vision to the golden fleece,
That covered the head of my lovely bliss.
I moved to examine the sparkle of the hair,
The bird stopped me saying it would not be fair.
With broken heart, I looked at her nose,
I saw with pleasure, it bloomed like a rose!
I opted to get closer and take some smell,
The bird happily sang and wagged its tail.
this is very dearful natural poetry, I like willium Wordsworth poetry of nature, and this was like one of them. Not for comparison it is truly. Very imaginative and we can see your deep eyes on nature.
I stared deep into the skies of the eyes,
I saw there rainbows playing with butterflies.
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A very nice set-up for the ending to the beautiful poem. I like the way you led me to a very good ending. Good to appreciate the beauty of life and nature. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
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