Garden Of Live And Lovely Peaches Poem by me poet yeps poet

Real beauty lies in the eyes
of the beholder
we all know
those who do discern
have beautifuller one's
which us do
so very much concern

sure eyes like yours
and mine
always magnificently shine
leaving galaxies far behind

soft and fair
lovely gals
shy away
smile and often wink

stare into my eyes
they seem to say
yeah come over
we shall play*

(they squeeze the peach
all juices
they too get wet)

*no lies
and certainly not as in lay
but within eyes
ultimately with smiles

we may give in
if you alone are destined to win

they smile and blush
and rush away
looking back
whether you are following

if you do
they will wave
and yell
come along our pathway

hurry up you may
lest you lose
their desired
place of stay

else how will you play! ! !