Darkest hair and intense eyes,
Silky smooth and devil's guise.
She knows not what she means to me,
Like a horse feels to run so free.
Sweetest breath and golden heart,
Her straightest teeth without a part.
Shining bright and deadly wit,
My soul I know, still it sits.
Lost in love but holds no spite,
Within the echoed lovely night.
Her sacrosanct beauty has me sold,
This girl I love is solid gold.
A contest entry
- Where Is The Love? by Little Lottie.
750 points, ended June 1, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Absolutely wonderful. Your word choice was wonderfully matched with your almost ancient vibe that echoes in the reader's mind. The rhyme flows well, the rhythm is steady as a drum, and I found no awkward lines. Thank you for your entry.
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