Sailing upon the oceans of words
Spoken by her wild countenance
Makes my heart coddle my eyes,
For her charm glues my eyes
With tenderness like a petal
Stirring the portion of my admiration,
In disarray she often leaves me
A slave to her growing grace
Which flags the air like a kite?
To bond my once sour breath
Underneath the weight of her comely clicks,
Daily her face I behold
Roving the edge of my keen mind
Starting a fare strike against my affectionate touch
That simmers warmly like a black leaf.
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For a title that sounds quite stark, this poem has a fine romantic countenance! Every line beautifully written. 'comely clicks' brilliant. Greedily eating up your poetry with a smile from Tai