I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. I am also into writing poetry. Come along for the ride.

Sweet Are The Days


life

A cold breeze outside, the last visible gasp

Of winter’s magic, the ability to sketch moods.

When nature is in blossom, unlocks each hasp

That holds beauty of life, against, distant woods.

 

We might feel the soft soil that moisture settles,

Our walk designed to leave imprints in the snow,

We imagine the heat of spring to tease our nettles,

A slow reality of how we love, eternal energy glow.

 

I do think of soft reminders, eyes, lips, a smile,

A memory brings her heart near my own, wanton

Desire is the passion of knowing she, this while,

in winter’s august, a summer breeze in mention.

 

Today, in sweet shelter of my own quiet resonance

Do imagine, she, elegance is a gift, is love’s chance.

Please, your words are ever so appreciated ...

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