She is a vision I once had,
though created by something far more powerful.
A reflection of Her,
immaculate in her beauty and grace.
Her smile, an ivory signal of
laughter and joy.
Hands,
delicate,
with long fingers to
caress and coax.
A slender frame, to
be held,
passing warmth from flesh to palm.
She is something beyond
possession, beyond
me.
She is all that is good in the world, and
I only ask for the attention to
let her know it.
But, I don’t know her, or
if she’d even want to know me.
by Erik Shinker
Great post 😁
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Thank you!
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Oh, I felt the disappointment in those last two lines.
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Nice Poem! 👍
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Thank you!
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This is just beautiful.
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