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