Conjuress
The tender rose of her lips,
transposed the colossal dark
of my soul to splendor
as they touched mine.
The gentle sight of her eyes,
deceased the immortal demons
of my past to sleep,
as they consorted mine.
The fair of her voice
peeled off the artless livery
of my pretence
as it called my name.
excellent poem
Thanks :)
I am not a big fan of poetry, but this is "wow" :)
Thank you. :)
Dont forget image source here
Nice work
Oh yes, thanks for the tip and the appreciation. :)