2-Halves Made= Whole - Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter
From where do you pull such words out of Heaven?
How can you encapsulate the beauty of the whole…?
Oh, enchanting billows which soothe the mortal soul.
I soak in the rhapsody, I breathe in your name…
Who ever heard such words of life, so pure and so gold?
What if 'her head be bald, ' and weather was just like hell?
What if 'there was no princess' but only a southern bell?
Perhaps, only in the light of day, her heart was swept away.
But even if that wasn't true; I’d wait always to hear from you.
How, in all the fascination of love, 'can you see to perceive? '
Ascribing enthralling beauty with specialized words so framed….
Your metrical lines are better than a thousand dreams of flare.
What is your awesome-, profound, and sought-out name?
Who’s doing the hypnotizing here-, 'You or me...? '
Only 1st. stage… Hope your comparatives won’t begin to frown.
Really-, perhaps you’ve never seen this “Lady” on the down…
Still, such stunning elegance- has enthralled my sensibility.
Who could not run and drown in your maze of delight…?
For one so instinctively sensing-, how can you be so sure…?
Never have I known of a rapturous love capsulating, in look, to lure.
Such “passionate humor-” painted from Heaven’s breathtaking design.
Talk-about seizing the moment; what store would've had this in mind?
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