a
poet of profundities
is
falling down upon his knees
the
rich and famous long for love
contenders
without golden gloves
a
knockout came in the first round
where
they are lacking i abound
my
heart is warm within your arms
your
kiss does not do my soul harm
i
touch you once, i touch you twice
to
touch you thrice will not suffice
my
home is on love’s avenue
it’s
paid in full, no note is due
additions
won’t increase value
a
scenic view needs only you
there’s
nothing more the eye has seen
more
beautiful than eyes of green
which
you possess and i confess
to
look upon is nothing less
than
paradise, seventh heaven
unblemished
lamb, bread un-leavened
there
is no prose my winter rose
in
the eden of your repose
that
could capture all the rapture
in
this happy ever after
in
abdication i’m replete
casting
my crown before your feet
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