Envy
I dwell within the mortal sin of envy
Of he who owns the paling tones of blue
In eyes that are the brightened star of early
Day when height of want will ever haunt anew.
Her symmetry is poetry eternal—
A deity of mystery contained
In breaking dawns on golden lawns so vernal—
Like daffodils on Heaven’s hills, ordained.
He seems content, his passion spent, abated—
He never knew the depth of blue, her eyes,
Yet were she mine and none of thine (I’ve waited),
I’d not my fill of cyan thrill and sighs.
That I might touch and hold as much lithe sweetness
From morning kiss to evening bliss with her,
Would be an end that would transcend completeness
Where jealousy might never be astir.
M. Gibbs
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Peace. Joyce
Hard hitting! Powerful! plum full of message! Going for something that isn't there costing everything! Excellent my friend! Excellent! As only you can combine Beauty and Power always Mike.
I love reading your writings. They really hit hard and then have a another punch afterwards that hits even harder so everything the message and beauty of your writings comes right through no missing a thing always a stop think and WOW! Woah! Some most often it takes a while to pull myself out of. I love ya in all ways.
Luv ya ooodles my friends Biggest Hugs and kisses to all o' ya o'er yonder thar! 44 of 'em every day.
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