To the one who is my love

To the one who is my love

Though up the mountains height I climb

No pool of water could I find

That reflects the sparkling sunshine

As the eyes of my love

In no oceans mist there be

The calm caress of true beauty

As pure the touch reserved for me

At the fingers of my love

The moon its light

Upon me bright

Shows the way in darkest night

But dims itself upon the sight

Of the beauty of my love

Her smile wide

Her sparkling eyes

Her silken skin

Arms open wide

All that there is

And ever will be

There is none here I can see

Who compares in fair beauty
To the one who is my love

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0000-doublel-0000 Apr 6, 2006, 9:16pm EDT

This is really sweet, Basil!

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Karen W. Apr 7, 2006, 1:29am EDT

Basil....You point whore! This resembles in no way whatsoever what a prose poem should look like. why then publish this to my group? At this point, I'm just curious. Really! What was your thinking?

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Basil Sands Apr 7, 2006, 2:08am EDT

Wow Karen, To accuse of person whom you have never met, of prostitution for making a mistake on a posting...that's a bit extreme don't you think.
I apologize for posting to your group, I posted to several others, but obviously was in a rush and clicked on yours as well. I am fully aware of what prose is, you can find some here on my site. But please keep the insults down. It is unbecoming.

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