I’m writing the poetry of fragile souls <br />Sitting quietly in the broken sunlight <br />Of hopeful but fleeting romance. <br /> <br />I’m gazing into the nearly tearful eyes <br />Of beautiful women paralyzed <br />By lost love or unhappy lives, <br />Waiting for kisses <br />That somehow missed their lips. <br /> <br />And I want to breathe in their rooms, <br />Be by their side through turbulent moods, <br />Find the key to unlock their dreams <br />Currently hidden in emotional vaults <br />Or shelved somewhere by men who don’t care. <br /> <br />And the feminine mystery of the eternal Goddess <br />Continues to relentlessly and mystically possess me, <br />Aphrodite guides me into pleasant meditation.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feminine-mystery-of-the-eternal-goddess/
