loveis the aspect of my true-love's hair
in storms and mists and when weather is fair
a beacon of Home on stormy seas
a visioned goddess from the bended knee
breezy beauty on a warm summer's day
loosely restrained in spring gardening play
from hats of autumn stubbornly fights
sweet nuzzled softness on cold winter nights
flys and flows when unfurled and untethered
is bound to be bound for business endeavors
errant as always and annoying at times
like the hair of my beloved, a color sublimed
love
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thank you
Wilhelmine - I'm glad you liked that line. As fate will have it, "No. 9" is a potion referenced poem.
Hannah - Yeah. Some people just call me sappy. On the other thing, I hope that you do.
Laura - Thanks. I'm glad you liked it
Ok, I suppose that makes me a sap too, so be it.
"Love Minus Zero, No Limit"
(And I hope you go on forever)
Romantic verses, tender tribute to her tendrils.
Ed - Thanks, man.
Elise - Thanks. Glad you liked it.