When I Look At Other Women Poem by Nero CaroZiv

When I look at other women
I always think of you, but you a holy token, a blessed omen
Of sky and earth that captures my eyes; my soul and breath
With lovely war of lilies and roses a blush, a dance of mirth


When I hear other women voice
You are my one and only choice
You come to my vision with music played
From that blessed violin whose motion sounds
Off sweet fingers; a phantom of delight gently swayed
As my ear is only to your voice confounds


Your words are like no other words or play
The things you say to me are like no other women say
Your words are ever keener and wittier; in context extreme
As they come out from your mouth oh what a dream!




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