A Divine Vine
There is something in my heart that I must express:
Skin soft as satin,
fairer than silk
Hands smooth and loving,
fingers delicate
Slim, beautiful waist,
perfectly curved hips
Bright smile glowing,
on those soft pink lips
Honest eyes so radiant,
no others can compare
All around a happy face,
flows curly caramel hair
Here I stand in wonder,
my heart begins to race
All of that beauty,
yet she is so chaste
Considerate, compassionate,
so caring and so kind
This selfless understanding,
is really quite a find
Such even temperament,
and so affectionate
Sweet innocence angelic,
oh such playful fun
Some girls are like a rose,
blooming in the sun
Oh but mine is like a vine:
Her beauty everywhere,
to petals not confined
Her virtues like a snare,
I’m captured by her finesse
Her tendrils clutch,
my heart they bind
I’m consumed with happiness,
I’m entangled by her touch
The feeling, it is so divine,
I love this girl so much
But she is not destined to be mine,
for, feelings she does not share
And so I chose not to propose;
her rejection, I could not bear.
This poem is about:
Me