Here is my daily poem, dear lady.You walk among the clouds, here within my mindI know that anytime I wish it is there that i will findyou in all your exquisite beauty and charming gracelovely image of wind strewn hair across your face.The sunlight softly casting shadows on your formand highlight the outline of your lips soft and warmI can see it as it reflects across your glistening hair a picture of feminine perfection always standing there.Such beauty no man could even hope to ever possesbut will always wish to keep, to hold, and to caressHeaven can make miracles and wonders it is trueand now I know the devil can make true beauty too.
Rather than life truly embracingmany spend all of their life chasingalways in pursuit of sexual pleasureor decadence even in their leisureLet not the season wain in wantnor let loneliness tease and tauntwhen we could perhaps with talkand maybe a pleasant spring walkor just with chats if you'd drutherfind the one we seek in the otherand enjoy the sensual joy of livingnot just in getting but also givingthe real pleasures in life are freethey are given by others to theea smile, a hug, even a single kisscan bring about exquisite blisswhen it comes from that oneyou want there 'til life is done
