to pick such gentle roots from fertile ground <br />the womb of Earth is bless'ed by thy reign <br />a humbled height beauty cannot contain <br />Her petaled breast that beats without a sound <br /> <br />reasons unknown, Her fragile scent has bound <br />my gaze within the purest shade- I fain <br />recall a falling grace that sweeps like rain <br />Her beauty seems to spin my world round<br /><br />Wes Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-pocket-was-her-undoing-on-a-lovely-sunny-day/
