~ Sculpture of the Woman ~

Mind's sculpturing in contour of her slender thighs
as she does scribe her golden touched expressions of love

Having poetic sensuous offerings from Heaven above
jeweled in sweet feelings as stars impersonate her eyes
There are poetically rich sea pools whose corals vies
Dreamily I touch her red lips that cannot kiss enough
What miracle created this, 'The Lady Rose' ?
Wherefore does her soul live in poetic fragrant gardens?

What touch of feelings are loveliest to match
as the tenderness of her brow and breast?
Is she Heaven's harvest as her words are played?
Earth, rivers, sky and seas are gardened with flowers, birds and bees
This poetess' splendor has wholesome semblance of a pure maiden.

As like the million shinning stars within the skies
her poetic touching verse reaches and touches me
as if ...
they truly are reflections from her heart's eyes which warms my own heart.