Perfect SeedA Poem by Gypsy Dreamer
He is who he was every day of his life. Perfections and imperfections balanced to make the man a man of secret mysteries. ~G.D.
I just read your poem today
read everything you had to say
All the women stopped to pray
someone would write to them this way.
As beautiful as it was please know
nothing compares to your romantic soul
nothing can conquer your feisty charm
or how I would love to be in your arms.
A perfect mold of man you are
yet perfection for you is a fallen star
You may see yourself as par
to me you fly as an Eagle far.
Part of the attraction I believe
come from secret mysteries
A present to open you are to me
anticipating hearts, in love, in need.
I lay back and close my eyes
a deep breath, open heart, no lies
I smile relieved ,I feel you near
as If you live inside me dear.
Awaking now, a fading glimpse
passing by my broken fence
taking it's place until I read
another poem from my perfect seed.
© 2011 Gypsy Dreamer