The Venus Fly Trap Poem by Gary G Willmore

The Venus fly trap

So soft and smooth your hands touch mine,
Your voice with trimmers of love,
Your eyes invite with reflection of dare,
Owe sprites so intertwined,
What more can be; this dark eyed girl, this woman by my side?
She's more than any old man would dream to have her as his bride.
The spring of summers came to be, when both agreed to wed,
And love was high for near a year till others moved her head,
The friends, the party's and money spent, fine jewelry clothing and wine,
Her weekend's away while staying at home, only working to survive,
What more to take his heart was lost, this dark eyed girl now gone.
He sits at home and blames himself for the things he wished he done,
We never learn when dark eyed girls come looking on the prow but
looking back to Adam and Eva the apple; man did fail.