Hair be raven, golden, russet,
And eyes be ebony, green or blue,
Lips be red dipped in wine,
Skin almond or a rosy hue.
...
Entrapped, enchanted and enamored
By a vision ethereal sublime,
My heart stops for a moment,
As do the hands of time.
...
Sweeter than the song of a nightingale
Gentler than the whisper of a spring wind
Quieter than the murmur of summer grass
Softer than the symphony of hyacinths
...
There she stands, the jacaranda tree
In sunshine rays of morning gold
Wrapped in a lavender stole
Of flowers so gracefully
...
And what do I serve with tea?
Of a cake layered with words - a slice
A croissant with stirring smilies
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I love dusk and twilight
The veil of nights too
The way the palms sweep the dark
As if on nature's cue
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Yoke smiles
And twinkles from the eyes
Blend them together
Whisk, whisk, whisk
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A garden of marigolds....orange, yellow and rust,
Bright, soft and rich, touched with golden dust.
Quiet and regal, sun kissed and fair,
Basil-citrus fragrance that mellows the moist air.
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Beneath the gulmohar tree,
In flamboyant love,
A tale of our desires,
Coloring each other,
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