Love Poem 56
A thing of beauty
In the eye to see
From some fountain
Of youth's beauty.
You sprinkle on me
Trembles of beauty
That dance on me
Glitters of moonbeams.
A profusion of glow
On your face I see,
Its canopy of shades
Enhance your sensuality.
Is beauty beyond the moonbeams?
That may be.
But nothing but your's
I'd rather see.
