His smile is a rainbow after the storm of his anger His eyes are lighted blue tunnels to his thoughts His hands are either gentle enough to hold a newborn Or clenched in a rage of frustration from his expectations of himself His voice can roar like the proud lion he is Or be so heavenly, the mere sound of it soothes all my problems away How can a man be of such extremes? It matters not how It matters only that I love equally both sides of him
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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Danielle
-and the title is perfect in it's duality.
-James
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