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Reflections of the unbelieved beauty of a woman causing a man to think he was dreaming |
| Summer evening wains, warm and slow Setting sun fills sky in amber glow Day past beckons as memories stir Of green the grass blanket; where we lay Plaid under; blue over; as sun With clouds play; shade covers with leaves of varied hue; But golden is your covered mane; hair spun by natures touch Surreal beyond reality Reach I must, to feel your precious face before I wake from dreams slumber For how can such a beauty be real? A touch brings smile to lips of yours No slumber to wake that would dispel For in this moment as love fills The universe cannot contain 8,9,8,9 meter To Susan my inspiration of this poem |