I met her upon a shore,
Recall, I stumbled before her stance,
From then I wondered aloud galore,
Her eyes were violet in a dance of yore
We often stayed to witness dawn,
I often spoke to her smile,
I often spoke with her laugh,
Speak I did not yet she did answer,
I'd block out the sun, I'd be her dancer
Her shape was always as I remember,
She mimicked my mind, be it July or December,
She dressed with her heart and then stole mine,
Were I an angel I'd still hold her face divine
On that coast beside the river's quiet hum,
She brought serenity that left the birds mum,
She alone brought me warmth in this land so fine,
When I held her hand, and she held mine
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Loving nature and writing a poem on nature, both are lovely adventures. A beautiful poem.
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