my den · My Poems


The mirth in your eyes, a measure of your freedom,

The shades of green slightly bowed on the window aisle.

The tree, silvery bloom spilled over the moonlight.

A moment of triumph for the lady with blue eyes, I wonder.

A magic spell cast on her daisy-sprinkled hair swept off her feet imagined like never before brought out the russet glow of her hair so beautiful,

The sapphire dress hanging over her lovely shoulders with a row of curls hung loose around her neck,

A moment of adorable feast for my eyes, I wonder.

She grinned and he relished the response armed with nothing but his self-esteem.

The beginning of adventurous journey,

The blue-eye climbed down the ladder;

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