She Was A Lover

she was a lover

Dishelved in apperance
but beauty abounds in innocence
stark light of entrapping eyes
light glimmers of a work of artistic expression
happy to look past in galaxy
strolling and a rolling with
the mistress surprises my captured soul

look and look again with bemuzement
and happily par take
sensual being one petrudes
long and gateful and grand
it is said, she douses me with it
and her beauty talks codes
but codes this one is content with

rolling her eyes gaping with frovolity
thy and thee glow ever esent
this is what it is to love and
love is what it is to live happier
we grow like tall stalks of roses
imbedded in the ground and
bought together at the roots