Emerald

Who could have known  Your face would  launch a thousand  ships , the forbidden taste of  blood red lips  Stolen,  How delicate  Your hand ,  And smooth   The curve of hip, Your form tender  As etherial dove, An embodied love, On wings  Set free  caressed by sun  And spread in open air  Across  The glistening waves  Of the emerald seas  That are your  eyes.

Who could have
known
Your face would
launch a thousand
ships ,
the forbidden taste of
blood red lips
Stolen,
How delicate
Your hand ,
And smooth
The curve of hip,
Your form tender
As etherial dove,
An embodied love,
On wings
Set free
caressed by sun
And spread in open air
Across
The glistening waves
Of the emerald seas
That
are
your
eyes.

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