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.
The poem is beautiful. I was lucky. In 1992-1994 I was station on the California coastline. The writers and musicians allow me to hang around. They called me the Poet. I met people who were beautiful in heart and soul. If you get a chance. Look up Alisa Fineman. Her words are of love and peace. Your poem took me to good days where people were honest and had little. And we were content with wine and friendship.
"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."
A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote