what but love twas the most divine that every poet has praised its beauty in rhyme as if by stars in eyes,planets align distilling from sunset this Autumns wine which has such effects on the mind
for the ravens of her hair where dark of luster's bright casting mystery's shades upon skin so light and in every shadow a door through which soul takes flight but it is her lips which even the moon would be blessed to alight for not a thousand poems could their shape recite
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
grace is flower which no word can define,only movements in a soul like some great symphony always heard yet never known.....elo
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the fall equinox is again in motion
revisiting this autumn beauty seems fitting