Fool Of A Fool

Her beauty is the sun,
Light and warmth of my world.
Her hair is the autumn wind;
Her eyes a cloudless night.
A summer breeze drifts to her step.
In her lips, an op'ning rose,
Soft with the dew of a spring morn'.
Fireflies dance to the sound of her voice,
As the songbird listens quietly.

Winter's cold moon wanes,
Yearning for her gaze.

by I, Mongoose

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Very delightful poem to read with wonderful imagery.