She Is Poem by James McLain
She Is
Like a bird to see her sitting, roses are
of passions dream, in sight her flight.
Butterfly's know her grace, touches many
all, weeping softly, others without, it is sadly.
Ants march to her smell, hidden never off
to carry bubbles, her journeys path, is clear.
Essenes of berries in her, moistness air laden
dears follow, youth will, never currents to cross.
raises wind, cover embodies still, covered up
she, glories light golden, honey is her, in poise.
Yet she knows, she fav'es him, his heart just bursts...
It loves you just the way you are, it is such in love,
it is so full of you it's crushed..to burst your sun.
wonderful simile: ''like a bird to see her sitting, roses are of passions dream, in sight her flight.'' well written poem..10++
Is it poetry? ...hey this is poetry indeed...great words nice beautiful words..liked them very much..great sir..A+++
So many are your prose but this scent caught my nose. How beautiful is she to me that even an old 'Goth' can see! :)
beautiful... lots of beautiful pictures lovely descriptions 10++ maia
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I would like to translate this poem
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