The turbulent air conditioner lays waste
To the silence around us.
While your deep blue eyes dig beneath
The hill covered skin on my face.
They seem to question
Every valley and hill.
Like the sun lingering on
Golden fields of wheat,
Your gaze rests upon
My soft gentle face.
I wonder what questions could need
such long lasting looks.
But then they seem to be
Great big tempting hooks
And I soon begin to ask
What is in me that requires
These two oceans to display
A captivating view.
And you wonder
Why I am perplexed!
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Lemons and Limes
RandomPoems that are sweet or sour. Once I reach 100 poems, I will be done with this album. Follow along in the count, read my poems to experience first hand a poet's improvement, or just read some poems for your enjoyment. As I always say, "Enjoy!"
