As sunlight draws its coronets
the trees present themselves as royalty.
Unearthly twilight dyes the world
and every leaf appears as if a god.
Your face, angelic, rose to me,
enchanted, stirring in me tender love.
Illuminated in such light,
could any mortal eye be thus deceived?
I like the meter of this poem -- the alternating tetrameters and pentameters! Skillful and deft!
ReplyDeleteThank you as always, Dylan. :)
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