Sonnet 41 Poem by Liane Carlo Suelan
Sonnet 41
Rating: ★4.8
Shall I define
Perfect? It is
Your skin so fine,
Your smile of bliss,
Your arms 'round thine
Imperfect hips;
Your tongue of whips
That chill my spine;
Your eyes of brown,
Your little frown,
Your raven hair
And starlight there,
Your lips, your chest;
Your heart, the best.
Wednesday, June 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: appreciation,beauty,love,perfection
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5/4/2024 1:02:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely words beautiful written Liane Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken