Beauty is in the eyes...not only the eyes of the beholder.
As I get older women become like fine art To be viewed and admired for their beauty It is a matter of aesthetics not of the heart Their eyes are portals to the beauty I see
I found her interesting and fun in chat Then I viewed a photo from her "Just me" I know I resembled a big Cheshire cat Her eyes leapt out, blue as the Adriatic Sea
Chromatic pools so warm and so inviting Hinting about secret pleasures and delights Together with a dazzling smile so enticing It sent my spirit soaring to great heights
Her freckled alabaster skin, so smooth and soft A contrast to her rough but tender nurse's hands A blue-eyed cherub come to Earth from aloft A snow kissed angel who true ly understands
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Reviewed by anne macdougall (Reader)
Reviewed on June 20, 2006
i loved this poem very nice
Reviewed by Richard Christopher Suarez (Reader)
Reviewed on July 23, 2005
awesome tribute to that special woman.
great job and keep up the writing.
peace and joy',
Rich Criso Suarez
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A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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awesome tribute to that special woman.
great job and keep up the writing.
peace and joy',
Rich Criso Suarez
Love Tinka