Bliss Poem by mark anthony st. rose

It seems as if stars lighted the midnight room,
Circling majestically over and above us
As we laid like lovers artistically on the bed.
And she was like an angel who stole the smile of heaven
Said; she became mortal to unite with a mortal
And to feel desire and passion and love,
And to feel the touches she could not feel above.
And as her hair was softly spread,
Surrounding her restful head
Like a halo on the pillow.
And so I felt like a Spartan king,
Who could not help but sing,
Of a love faithfully mine.


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