She Resides In Beauty Poem by Chris Wiggins

She resides in beauty, so delicate,
So perfect nature dare not conspire.
God himself an admirer of his work,
Heavens soft clouds desire.
Her summer dress entangled in the breeze,
A sweet smelling roses from her hair.
Her lips, of which I wish to kiss,
My love lays wantent bare.
The river runs upon her thighs,
Thwart with danger at her deepest,
But ever worth the reward to touch,
I find myself at my weakest.
In her eyes I see myself, falling.
Into temptation i stop at her gates,
She waves, then gestures me to enter,
The pathway leads towards two straits,
One, to the safety of my own home,
The other, to a paradise unknown.
Whichever way does hath consequence,
To live a life that be filled with monotony,
Or see and breathe fresh land and treasure,
The least of which will make me rich from pleasure,
At most, i drink from the cup of youth
And live the rest of my days drunk in love,
Seduced by her every word she whispers.
To sleep with her under a naked sky,
To caress her bones and corrupt her heart.
My thoughts lay upon her breast,
Leave me here forever, I think it best