Dressed For Love Poem by Lora Colon
Dressed For Love
For luxurious raiment I've never paid,
Yet in Nature's splendor I'm well-arrayed:
To my lips red roses bequeath their hue,
Then morning bathes them in its pearly dew;
My lips quiver, awaiting unknown bliss,
They're dressed for love, but there's no one to kiss
My heart is dressed in the latest fashion:
A cloak of dreams, sewn with threads of passion,
Adequate to enshroud another heart -
'Neath my cloak we'd watch loneliness depart;
So cozy we'd be, right down to our toes,
My heart's dressed for love, but nobody knows
Dawn's first blooms offer themselves for my crown -
How they complement my gossamer gown
Made of moonlight, and embroidered with stars,
(I'll not be constrained by propriety's bars!)
But from my eyes tears fall like melting snow,
I'm all dressed for love..... with no place to go
In Nature's splendor you are well-arrayed. Heart is decorated with latest fashion. Amazing perceptional poem is shared...10
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Favorite lines so far: “My heart is dressed in the latest fashion: A cloak of dreams, sewn with threads of passion, Adequate to enshroud another heart - 'Neath my cloak we'd watch loneliness depart; “ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Lora, There’s No Need To Go Anywhere! Lora, just stay “24/7” in your big bouncy bed, and we’ll pretend we’ve just been....happily wed! Your red lips shall then not be ALL that does quiver. I’ll make you shiver all the way to your liver …. and BEYOND! ! Your heart and mine shall soon beat as “ONE”, bringing forth warmth to rival …..that of the sun. But hark! Do I detect my mate over my shoulder? And is that, raised over her head, a BIG fat boulder! ? I’m sorry, Lora. Your tears must now continue to flow, as I’ve got a ruptured spleen and 3 broke’ legs ….in tow. Honestly now, this poem is one of your best. To MyPoemList Via USPS! ! ! Bri :)