HER
Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2003 1:37 am
Yello everybody. Just dropping by. Been quite busy over the week with a certain something, and I'll be a lot more busy with it till about the middle of July, so don't expect much to anything from me. I wrote what I think is my best poem, though, and I wanted to share it. Still wondering whether the title should be "She" instead of "Her", but it's all kind of subjective, isn't it?
HER
She seems more intelligent than
A thousand verses,
More poetic than a red rose.
She exhales sunlight, and
When she speaks,
Her language is a love that knows.
Ah--though she meanders in the
Darkest phases,
She is still as bright as a moon.
Her lilting smile graces for
The longest hours--
Even languid it’s still hot as noon.
Ah--she’s the one who sings when she
Talks so plainly--
Elicits truth from just a simple glare.
And if there’s anything--anyone
That I’ll provide her,
May it be my fingers through her hair?
Ah--her! Ah--her! Aw . . .
HER
She seems more intelligent than
A thousand verses,
More poetic than a red rose.
She exhales sunlight, and
When she speaks,
Her language is a love that knows.
Ah--though she meanders in the
Darkest phases,
She is still as bright as a moon.
Her lilting smile graces for
The longest hours--
Even languid it’s still hot as noon.
Ah--she’s the one who sings when she
Talks so plainly--
Elicits truth from just a simple glare.
And if there’s anything--anyone
That I’ll provide her,
May it be my fingers through her hair?
Ah--her! Ah--her! Aw . . .