Madelyn Poem by Matt Tinsley

Madelyn

Rating: 4.5


She strolls amongst the tore
Piercing pins within my more
I inch my miles behind but close
She smiles then blooming like a rose
I hear the violin
It sounds for Madelyn

She seductively bites her lip
Casually sways her hips
I follow still of trance
A puppet to her dance
Waltzing to the violin
It plays for Madelyn

She continues with soothing eyes
Giving me for what I spy
Questions fill my mind
As she floats about the rhymes
I hear the violin
It sounds for Madelyn

She twirls once more then stops
The angel approaches my spot
She teases and walks away
Still music thrives to play
I hear the violin
It plays for Madelyn

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Titi Dale 13 January 2013

You rhyme really well! A great poem, a gem indeed :)

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Matt Tinsley

Matt Tinsley

Rochester, New York
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