1000 Love-Gunners Poem by Harry S Smith

Her eyes are alight,
Like tracer bullets,
From a 1000 love gunners ashine,
Like Nirvana's suns divine,
She's fearless, innocent: kind.

Her lips are crimson,
Like cordite flash,
From a 1000 love gunners ablaze,
Like a riff from Purple Haze,
She's rock ‘n' roll summer days.

Her hair is aglitter,
Like bayonet points,
From a 1000 love gunners adrill,
Like a psychedelic pill,
She's gonna bend your will.

Her love's a blast,
Like shells exploding,
From a 1000 love gunners afire,
Like a hypersonic flyer,
She's gonna take you higher.

Her embrace is tender,
Like warm surrender,
From a 1000 love gunners disarmed,
Like a broiling ocean calmed,
She's bewitching, lonely: charmed.

Her words are a dance,
Like ricocheted bullets,
From a 1000 love gunners amiss,
Like a superheated kiss,
She's freedom scented bliss.