In the dawn of a gilded sun
The sacred orchard glistens
As trees embrace the morning
In augmenting delight
You are my muse
A beacon of exuberance
With porcelain skin and calypso eyes
You halt the jaded winds
The birds of prey would stop in their hunt
To bask in your pertinent aura
Skies dressed in azure
Hold the palest clouds
They loom overhead
The fortified oak
A spot where heaven spoke
While leaves rustle and animals scamper
We are caught in still life
My eyes trapped within your frame
Unfathomable enigma
In perfect embrace
The trees fold over us
And we are alone
In others ignorance
Bestowed, the secret grove
A home for you and I
Your beauty creates me
And none could define
Author notes
HAPPY! 
A contest entry
- Paint Words Into My Head by Velvet Rose Petals.
1000 points, ended June 14, 39 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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amazing... i think thats all that can be said. I really liked
Your beauty creates me
And none could define
as well as
My eyes trapped within your frame
Unfathomable enigma
Brilliant writing.
Rose -
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Thank you and thanks for reading
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