Random Poem of the Day – XX
by Michael Ball
Sunlight plays ‘pon chestnut hair,
dancing through the highlights there.
Starshine glimmers in amber eyes,
surpassing the beauty of night skies.
Moonbeams kiss skin so soft,
a jealous rose, her petals off’t.
‘Tis not a faery I speak of here.
‘Tis surely the Lady I hold dear.
My one true Love, who lights my day,
whose soul who completes me in every way.