Ranks Are This High,
Just Like Banks That Sigh,
Clouds That Overflow,
Mights That Thunder,
Heights That Daze,
Depths Of Deep Passion..
That Caught All Including Your Slobbery Gaze.
Like Minds A-Floating,
Deep Sights Of The Morrow A-Coming,
Palm Covered Beaches A-Charming,
Your Beauty and Grace So Soul Warming,
Sweet Trust and Understanding..
Making Heated Sand Dunes, A-chilling..
The Flaming Sea Breeze In Your Sweet Smelling Hair..Oh! What an Harmonius
Pray For Thy Right Prince..
Good Men..Full Of Salient Thinkings..
Beware Of These Ranks Of Men..
Men That Blink,
Not Reliable..Always A Flinch,
Men That Bewitch..Must Stink,
My Sweet Belles Beware Of Evil Men..
That Fiery Heat Of True Passion and What It
Revealed To The Soul Of Man..
Do Think A-While.
I love the way you have to conect and express your lusty feelings... I could feel touched by your words... thanks a lot!
Anything that one does or speak must first be thought upon.... to make sure a mistake can not be done twice! A 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Yes I agree with Marvin...