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For My Beloved Chloe
- For My Beloved Chloe -
You may look like a little girl, in body and also in your pretty face,
But your heart is ever a woman's and your spirit is filled with grace!
How long I waited, longing and lonely, pining for some perfect love,
And ever did I seek it, hither and yon, and mightily for this I strove.
I did not know that we would meet, and that I would fall for you fast,
But once I did I knew that I loved you, and that our love would last!
Sugar and spice and everything nice, that is what Chloe is made of,
Pretty in pink, and so smartly you think; prettier than the stars above.
Your eyes, how they sparkle and draw me deep into your waiting soul,
Where I am content to remain, and in passion for you lose all control!
You are not the angel that people may believe, but something better,
For the blessings you bestow on me free me from every terrible fetter.
Long bound was I in painful torment, hurting greatly, silently suffering,
Until I felt your presence and heard your voice, which did fairly sing...
Calling as you did from your heart to mine, until I was happily yours.
Everything about you brightens my life even when the rain thus pours!
Rain and snow may fade at last, and rainbows will so take their place,
Though even rainbows are less lovely than you, as are stars in space...
Less bright to me than the sparkle of your eyes, filled with all delights.
If you are my fairest lady then I shall evermore be your gallant knight!
Your lips so soft speak words so sweet that tears come unto my eyes,
Which caress you from head to toe, from hair to feet, and to thighs...
And everywhere my eyes linger, there I see a beauty without a rival.
For you are a blessed little goddess, to which there can be no equal!
I worship you in my heart and soul, in dreams and fantasies endless,
And adore your every look, whether it be in a gown, pants, or dress.
You look beautiful in everything, and have to me only perfection...
When we speak and laugh and love, I feel the strongest connection!
What was my life before you can to rescue me from my dark agony?
It was gray and without color, a place more akin to some purgatory.
But now I know what true love is, and all I want above all is you,
Unusual but perfect as you are, with a heart that is purest and true.
In you I know only paradise, and can imagine not a greater bliss...
Than my hands caressing your soft skin, as we embrace and kiss.
As in lives past, and futures unknown, our road shall be together!
Sweet child, your angelic wings are of light rather than feathers...
Akin to mine, which for so long were wrapped in black shadows.
But you showed me Elysium, as we did dance upon its' meadows,
Knowing a light that comes from within, softer than is the moon!
I am as one resurrected, newly risen from a long forgotten tomb.
You were my salvation, and are still, and so for you I did write...
These words of love and passion for you, words fair and bright.
And yet they pale before what we feel for each other in all truth,
A love so perfect that unto such poetry as this I am thus moved!
You may look like a little girl, in body and also in your pretty face,
But your heart is ever a woman's and your spirit is filled with grace!
How long I waited, longing and lonely, pining for some perfect love,
And ever did I seek it, hither and yon, and mightily for this I strove.
I did not know that we would meet, and that I would fall for you fast,
But once I did I knew that I loved you, and that our love would last!
Sugar and spice and everything nice, that is what Chloe is made of,
Pretty in pink, and so smartly you think; prettier than the stars above.
Your eyes, how they sparkle and draw me deep into your waiting soul,
Where I am content to remain, and in passion for you lose all control!
You are not the angel that people may believe, but something better,
For the blessings you bestow on me free me from every terrible fetter.
Long bound was I in painful torment, hurting greatly, silently suffering,
Until I felt your presence and heard your voice, which did fairly sing...
Calling as you did from your heart to mine, until I was happily yours.
Everything about you brightens my life even when the rain thus pours!
Rain and snow may fade at last, and rainbows will so take their place,
Though even rainbows are less lovely than you, as are stars in space...
Less bright to me than the sparkle of your eyes, filled with all delights.
If you are my fairest lady then I shall evermore be your gallant knight!
Your lips so soft speak words so sweet that tears come unto my eyes,
Which caress you from head to toe, from hair to feet, and to thighs...
And everywhere my eyes linger, there I see a beauty without a rival.
For you are a blessed little goddess, to which there can be no equal!
I worship you in my heart and soul, in dreams and fantasies endless,
And adore your every look, whether it be in a gown, pants, or dress.
You look beautiful in everything, and have to me only perfection...
When we speak and laugh and love, I feel the strongest connection!
What was my life before you can to rescue me from my dark agony?
It was gray and without color, a place more akin to some purgatory.
But now I know what true love is, and all I want above all is you,
Unusual but perfect as you are, with a heart that is purest and true.
In you I know only paradise, and can imagine not a greater bliss...
Than my hands caressing your soft skin, as we embrace and kiss.
As in lives past, and futures unknown, our road shall be together!
Sweet child, your angelic wings are of light rather than feathers...
Akin to mine, which for so long were wrapped in black shadows.
But you showed me Elysium, as we did dance upon its' meadows,
Knowing a light that comes from within, softer than is the moon!
I am as one resurrected, newly risen from a long forgotten tomb.
You were my salvation, and are still, and so for you I did write...
These words of love and passion for you, words fair and bright.
And yet they pale before what we feel for each other in all truth,
A love so perfect that unto such poetry as this I am thus moved!
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