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Caribbean eyes sparkling, like green crystals caressing, like sweet breezes.
The wind reminds me of her kindness, her sweetness embracing my body, coursing my soul. Naturally, like a river runs through the land.
The water pours with her voice, her enchanting breaths sing words of the soul, pure with the essence of her life. A healing song of the earth.
The earth shows me her beauty, her bonny hair changing color with the seasons. Summer's heat of fiery red. Winter's pure light upon brown soil.
The soil reveals her inner spirit, her seeds of hope she wishes to plant, leaving a mark behind, for her love to grow within all of us.
Her love shines into my heart, my good soul views her without a body. The most important part, inside and beyond those full lips.
Her children are like trees, to flourish through love. She is everything I want in a woman. She's the one. ~~~~~~~ Jhacqui
A soul sings prayers of sweet words from the heart, poems rich with pure hope spoken through faith's glory. Starry night glows, gleaming light through a prism part. Eyes shed tears from hurtful days, rolling down with a moonlit sparkle. This sparkle in her tear prays. The tear asks for a soul like hers, one that will come and set her free from mental towers.
A path born with verdant greens and bonny flowers, ash full with gentle leaves bathing in the sun's radiance. Warm wind blows, bending their wooden anchors. Branches pull the leaves without control, dancing to a new song. A song of a singing soul. The soul within a new light, one that touches life and reaches for her dreams so bright.
A woman wrapped in emotions of her heart and soul, feelings that guide her life as she walks through nature's path. Fresh clear meadows, ending a journey into grasses that roll. Fields embrace her into honest arms, arms that melt with her body. A body surrendering to natural charms. The charms of a man understood, one enchanted by innocence, remembering his childhood.
© Copyright 2000 Kenneth Jp Drysdale
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