The Valleys Of Love - Poem by Mitta Xinindlu
Valleys of Love
I saw the valleys of love lovely drawn
and architected on your novelly fawns.
Breasts like hills of solomon.
Thighs like mountain zion.
Your hands - designed perfectly,
like the virgin aligned pregnancy.
Smile so calm, spread, lib;
cracking from your red lips.
Red lipped like ripened cherry in winter.
Bred hipped like a sherry leaned winner.
Wow to your walk and your legs.
You lock me in like lei.
My lady, your patience is strewn,
like roses on an isle of clews.
You are things of joy in time of grief.
Your laugh soothes things all brief.
I see joy in your eyes;
You're the sewer of threads to life.
Brawn heart full of a tender touch;
I want no other gender slouch.
Your words heal; they cut deep for years,
like olive oil running down Aron's beard.
Your sighs are full of caveats;
they resemble the years of king David.
I saw the valleys of love in you.
I saw the valleys of love with you.
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