Lady Of Love

Dear dame of love, your features all ablaze,
you stand in sunlight, glimmering like gold
and mighty men would shake beneath your gaze
which burns with fiery passion, brave and bold.

Yet in your eyes, there is a softened glance
which shines next to the flame, and quells its rage
a gentle whisper and a summer dance,
a tranquil wind, a longing, still and sage.

These two combined, the fire and the breeze,
bring forth the image of a woman whole
who stands before the mountains and the seas
with nothing lacking, peace within her soul.

And oh! That you some of your light would cast
on me, and make me rich with love at last.

(next topic... hmmm... The Sunflower!)

The End

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