The Look Of You In Love

if beauty is the keystone of women

from Cleopatra to Helen of Troy

you beat them into a cocked hat

the way yours generates such joy


its just a miracle of modern science

how every feature fits hand in glove

like rainbows and stars combined

in that ineffable look of you in love


you were always out in the front rank

from those early days of teenage bloom

but when Cupid waved his magic wand

you knocked out everyone in the room


lately your eyes beam sparking crystal

that mouth has ripened into full allure

rendering helpless your many admirers

its a disease without any obvious cure


yet love and beauty bring untold anguish

a deadly beak is furnished to every dove

my fate is that I must worship from afar

because, sadly, I'm not the one you love




◄ Black Poplar

Nailed To My Doom ►


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Flavia Gordon

Tue 22nd Sep 2020 18:58

Hello Simon,
Your poems flow effortlessly. I really enjoy reading them thus far.

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