Liane Carlo Suelan

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Sonnet 41 - Poem by Liane Carlo Suelan

Shall I define
Perfect? It is
Your skin so fine,
Your smile of bliss,
Your arms 'round thine
Imperfect hips;
Your tongue of whips
That chill my spine;
Your eyes of brown,
Your little frown,
Your raven hair
And starlight there,
Your lips, your chest;
Your heart, the best.

Topic(s) of this poem: appreciation, beauty, love, perfection

Form: Sonnet

Comments about Sonnet 41 by Liane Carlo Suelan

  • Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken (6/14/2018 2:40:00 AM)

    Lovely words beautiful written Liane
    Thank you for sharing
    Mario Odekerken
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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (6/14/2018 12:57:00 AM)

    Liane, such a lovely poem....10++++ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 13, 2018

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