Lady Kelly Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Classic verse like ideal Greek beauty
You search for the gentry of romance
Grecian urns with horses of ceremony
Chandeliers light the perfect dance
Idolatry marches with trumpets of war
Serene Goddess upon a bed of desire
Every gesture a deep forest of lore
She suckles the honey of ancient fire
I am dressed in black like a knight of old
Her red plush heart burns into my soul

Corralled by flowers from a garden kiss
Lust compares not to the fountains of love
Witches of Macbeth cannot prevent bliss
We are born from the bright stars above
One hundred poems of young tragic Keats
Tears of immortal emotion leave the earth
Roman cemetery, I lay a timeless wreath
Joy illusive in legacy's timeless birth
We belong by epithets of the west wind
Though you are bequeathed I shall sin

Three days of rain on a warm lovers bed
First snow of winter brings me back home
Atlantic Ocean with fall of golds and reds
Remember quilts of grandmothers home
Sweet father gone you wrote, All of six was I
Your hot coffee and the quiet of a new poem
Lovers laugh but tenderness never dies
My darling I see how your heart has grown
We draw our poems from the light and dark
Quills of Kelly on parchments of my heart