Her Portrait Poem by Bryan Taplits
Her Portrait
Savory are her lips
Dawn-rose are her sweet cheeks,
Her eyes: Gimlets and green are they
I close my eyes to peek.
I look to East and then towards West
Sweet swans now adorn her thighs-
Chaste white they are-
reflecting my throbbing heart-
I'm now a King on Quest.
Of all time's sketchings in my heart
This etching is my skyline,
A portrait inside my memory-
And will be so for all time.
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