Purity

01 Aug 2010 Leave a Comment

by uscthunderwolf in Poetry

Lips of rose, skin pale as moonlight cream

Who are you to claim beauty’s title

Ebony or is it raven or just dull black, your hair

Say your name to the wind and maybe,

Just maybe that illusion shall come

Of perfection and beauty

Wearing the corset of timeless fashion

Bow and be polite to your suitor

Taste the sweet crisp promise

Of  happily ever after

Then fall into bliss