My Love...

My love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well becomes her;
For every season she hath dressings fit,
For Winter,Spring, and Summer.

No beauty she doth miss
When all her robes are on:
But Beauty's self she is
When all her robes are gone.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
My love for my wife and her true beauty.

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Comments (7)

niah9
Wonderful Mr Bear......and well said...angel bouquet Niahyay
Fellsman
Hi Richard

An incredibly sensuous and gentle tribute in so few words...

You have the gift, it will be a pity if your very busy schedule does not permit you time to write more often...

Regards Bill cheers
andrew149
Hi Richard, brilliant little piece, just wondering if it is about time that you let Mary have her profile back...LOL...It just seems a bit strange looking at Mary's picture and saying "Thanks for the lovely poem.....Richard".....don't take too much notice, just pulling your leg....LOL.......Kindest regards to you both on this special day.....Andrew...xxxcool
moonontide
This is so special. A tribute to your wife and the love you so obviously share.A Beautiful share.heart wings
Ladybee42
applause teddybear teddybear teddybear
caroljoyce
Very lovely, thanks
cj
ReaderOfSouls
Glad you like it LB. Richard had written just for me. :)
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