The Proposal

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Thus falls the evening dust
To sparkle in the starlight
Enchantment fills the very air
Bound up in every dendrite

Excitement racing through my flesh
An arcane type of passion
Deep within my soul is felt
In mystifying fashion

Abundant strands like silken thread
Reflect the ghostly gloaming
And fall like water down her back
Dark as ink and soft as downing

Probing eyes look out at me
Beneath the thick black lashes
The gaze a gently pressing force
Felt on my racing senses

Into the limpid pools I fell
Such soft and dulcet beauty!
With her forever I could dwell
In this enchanted story

Reaching forth to touch her hand
I make my proposition
And as I kiss her finger tips
She whispers her assention

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I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and i resemble the INFP personality type.

2 Comments

  1. You finished it, and I finally made it here to read it! =) I like the fairy-tale feeling you have created in this poem.