Parm 3

[Parmenion]

A woman of the wild she is,

With trinkets on her sleeve,

A smile upon her face she has,

But why some can't perceive.

 

Rising with each break of day,

To her mobile phone's alarm,

But every damn ten minutes!

Well, I know she has her charm...

 

And so I hold her gently,

Sometimes strong, sometimes light,

Sometimes she shakes her raven hair,

And laughs a child's delight!

 

 

A woman of the mind she is,

Bewitching in her ways,

Astute, alert and well thought out,

A constant through the days.

 

Rising in the afternoon,

She is in her best form,

Full of life, full of verve,

As long as she is warm!

 

And so I kiss her softly,

And I whisper that I care,

And if she rubs my belly,

I'll be growling like a bear!

 

 

The woman of my heart she is,

In character and stance,

And while she may deny it...

I think she loves romance!

 

Through the days and evenings,

We walk while holding hands,

When the wind whips through her hair,

I push away the strands.

 

And so I write this poem for her,

On this Valentine of days,

To let her know I think of her,

In many different ways.

 

Edited February 15, 2006 by Parmenion

[Regel]

And so I hold her gently,

Sometimes strong, sometimes light,

Sometimes she shakes her raven hair,

And laughs a child's delight!

 

There are times Parmenion when you capture a moment so well that the imagery leaps off the page. I believe for me, that was one of those moments.

[WrenWind]

And so I kiss her softly,

And I whisper that I care,

And if she rubs my belly,

I'll be growling like a bear!

 

I love this bit ! It made me laugh. Th whole piece if great it rolls through different emotions and flows well.