Behold, thou art fair

by CD Richards

Your dove-like eyes, so innocent and wide,
will sparkle, as upon them daylight plays.
Their purity and innocence help hide
the fact that they are pointing diff'rent ways.

Your hair is like a flock of roaming goats
atop the hill, they graze without a sound.
The wayfarer who passes by, soon notes
a strong perfume of wild oats all around.

Your teeth resemble freshly shorn sheep, who
are happy in their new, denuded state.
Of course, they're mostly chipped and broken, too;
just like a shattered piece of China plate.

Your lips are like a finely structured thread,
upon them, any man would wish to feed.
They look a treat when painted ruby red,
I'll leave it up to Freud how to proceed.

Your temples are a tower, tall and straight;
a fortress safe and sound, secure and strong.
Yes, surely, none so fine could e'er relate
to wicked men, who'd do another wrong.

Your breasts are like a pair of fawns, sent out
to play and frolic in the gentle breeze.
When gales arrive, they swing and sway about,
and when you stand, they hang down by your knees.

My gift to you, this love verse I have writ;
in style that's Biblical and oh, so quaint.
I hope it's not a pile of steaming dung;
one thing's for sure, my friend—Shakespeare, it ain't!

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Inspired by Song of Solomon, Chapter 4.

This was going to be my entry in the Love Poem contest, but I discovered when I went to post, I had posted one months ago. Too bad, I'm sure this was a guaranteed winner with all true romantics ;-)

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