She is Poetry
A Love Poem
She is a field of lavender, nestled in a dreamy land, A sea of purple petals, like an artist’s gentle hand, She slumbers in the landscape, with a peaceful grace, A beauty that’s breathtaking, a sight to embrace.
And when she stirs, the waves of lavender ripple, As if the wind has blown, a sweet and fragrant trickle, The flowers dance and sway, in a graceful trance, A symphony of beauty, that makes the heart dance.
She is poetry, written on the rice paper of life, A masterpiece of art, with a touch so rife, Her beauty is a painting, in hues of purple and blue, A canvas that’s alive, with colors so true.
And when she walks, the ground beneath her feet, Transforms into a shoreline, with waves so sweet, The water crashes and splashes, like ruffled sheets of bed, A symphony of nature, that’s never left unsaid.
The folds of creased bed shorelines, greet her with a smile, As if inviting her to rest, and stay awhile, For she is poetry, written in the font of sheer beauty, A masterpiece of art, a work of art to truly see.
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