Luminous marble floors,
crystal chandeliers,
tables decorated decadently,
tiny tea lit candles glow,
windows open vastly,
with shimmering starlight spilling,
and an orchestra strumming serenely as dancers spin seamlessly.
She waits for him by the fountain,
a soft breeze swirling,
whisperings heard throughout the night,
moonlight beaming down,
radiance reflected before her,
stunning white ethereal dress,
perfectly coiffed blond hair,
lips stained scarlet,
dazzling sapphire eyes,
and glistening diamond strands.
A small smile spreads across her face,
as she looks up to see him standing before her.
More perfect than she could ever imagine,
he approaches swiftly,
puts his arms around her back,
gently dips her low,
and places a tender kiss on each blushing cheek.
How could she have doubted?
Why would he not be here?
When he is with her,
the whole world melts.
Here, no dancers will be spinning,
no moon beaming down,
just the two of them locked in a world where love knows no bounds,
no fears or doubts,
just a world created for them,
two perfect melodious souls,
dancing to the eternal sonata of one starry filled night.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream - that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
-Edgar Allan Poe
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Robert Frost
So Long, Farewell
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