She Was Poem by mark anthony st. rose

She was pure spirit and sweet flesh,
She was youth-wild and abandon
and possessed of a nature unhibited and free.
My days with her were glorious
and filled with an incomparable ecstacy.
She was the beating of my tremulous heart
and the song that serenaded my lonely soul.
When I held her in my arms the Universe would tremble
and whenever we had to part all the lights of the world would seem to go out.

She was shy saint and bold sinner!
Majestic, imperial conquererrrrr
of my heart.
She was the sustainer of the satin night,
and the flame that illumined the bright stars.
She was the seductive secret maiden who danced through the hallways of my dreams sweet splendour.
My love for her was deathless
and manifested itself in a shameless
utter devotion.

She laughed gaily at the thought of her awesome power.

She was the rising of the morning sun
and the sailing of the purple moon;
the pungent scent of the jasmine,
and the exotic beauty of the red, red rose.
Woodland streams sang at her coming,
and the wild winds played lovingly, tenderly
with her soft dark hair.
while her smile painted rainbows air
the firmament canvas of a sky.
And her laughter; her laughter inspired birds to sing.
And in those early days we were toghether always
defying convention, and oblivious to the looks of disapproving eyes.

None could separate us!
Nor alter the course of our deep devotion for each other.

And I loved her so then:
And I love her so still:
And I know I always will.