New poem

Of infinite variety is my love,
her face changing to what
my heart most longs to see,
But constant in her presence
and the sway she holds over
my enraptured mind.
Idling in her eyes,
the curves and graces of her
tender face,
a sparkling burst of sighs
erupts from me with each tremble
of her changeable lips.

Copyright 2007.

This poem was inspired by the video below of 500 years of women in art. I have been transfixed by the images and the music, and this is what came of it.

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