*ix*- To Love Poem by Leslie Guylee Cron

*ix*- To Love



I've seen many of beautiful sights.
Colors so vast in fields of green, purple, pinks, yellows, and blues.
I wonder why that butterfly glides thru the sky of blues and whites. Or why that tree sways with brown and grays with spatters of greens.
As I walk down my path of this universe.
I stumble upon a speck of red and black, a little lady no doubt!
A fragile beautiful lady in her red and black.
Upon my toes I go like a ballerina where colors flows.
Step gently ballerina full of grace! 'I say.'
So that little lady bug might stay.
Around, around the ballerina flows her hair a speckle with golds.
Flowing thru the spring showers into the rainbow of loves paradox!
Growing as she goes her pastel rags as soft as rose petals to the touch.
A porcelain doll no doubt.
Around, around she flows dancing to a melody of secrets a tune left untold.
That only the angels would know, a beautiful tune of old!
Where beauty knows no end, cover me canvas of infinity.
For this ballerina shall dance no more only to the greatest story that was ever told!

Mischievous

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