2 weeks ago. September 17, 2024 at 5:29 PM
She is that whom walks with waves of summer days,
When winter scoffs at her feet as the cold golded faye,
In those days of wintry grasp and stunning benediction,
She folds the rains as if they bended by her very diction,
As I view her in such reverious appetite to savor again luscious skin,
I do not have to remind myself to let her in,
For she walked into this space as she owned from that very moment,
Became the loudest audience, my biggest proponent,
To stare and state alike in fine wine eyes.
That aloud we stated in unison,
I want you...