Well, I declare
On artful prints her beauty dwelt
diffused in haze, a pristine bloom,
ethereal her figure svelte
and French perfume.
Well I declare, her love I sought,
unplaced on canvas her response
so diffident her stare and thought,
of renaissance.
Alike a dancing muse she stepped,
her graciousness a veil of night,
caressing wave, the shoreline swept
her smiling bright.
Upon the sands she coasted then,
of Springtime incandescent beam,
an everlasting red cayenne
and fervent dream.
A classic arts connoisseur,
well I declare, my reddened rose,
I yippee yipped with spree and spur
and kissed her nose. :)
© 2014-09-06, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
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