This true love of mine
Came at just the right time.
For I was about to give up,
As I really thought
That Cupid had on me.
Then fate sent her my way.
On a cold winter night,
She came and she rescued
Me, victoriously
From life’s horrible game
Of tears and ruptured veins,
From a heart that burst
Forth with love which welled
Up within, but without
A sink. Such a beauty
Unused often goes dark.
She saved me from sin.
I am taken to her,
But not to her skin,
For her eyes are not pearls
And her coarse hair
Not likened to silk.
She is my Fiona.
And somehow
I saw through her flesh
And I saw to her bones
And those, my friend,
Are made of pure gold.
And when we kiss
She is my queen.
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
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