Venus de Milo.
Time shall not mar nor warring deface,
that which heaven's hand, divinely sought
out of darkness, to timeless wrought
a scultured loveliness mortal eyes embrace,
soft, the moulded carved caring style,
uncanny dressed, with mystique power intence,
a shadowless love unknown to humane guile,
to ullume each exuberant day so fair,
embodies infancy of care, wordless kind,
that we, with spring's sunshine would compare,
avenues of secret warmth, edifying find
immortality, carved in marble rare
whence floats from beauty's never changing face,
love, like autmnal leave's full coloured grace.
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Posted: Aug 2012
About this poem:We pen beauty in our own exclusive way, this my way.