Lord Byron's "She walks in Beauty"
CLXXIII. "She walks in beauty, like the night"
SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light 5
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, 15
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
Lovers Night
A special little dinner,
That's what he set out to do.
To show her how special she was,
To show her his love was true.
A candle light dinner,
He made for them to eat.
Looking deep into her eyes,
Their souls did meet.
After they ate dinner,
To the couch they did retire.
Curled up together with a movie,
And the sweet glow of a fire.
So relaxed and content,
A feeling of heavenly bliss.
On the back of her neck,
He placed a sweet soft kiss.
It sent a shiver down her spine,
And she turned and held him tight.
Whispering softly in his ear,
Make love to me all night.
He said I'll be right back,
As he got up off the couch.
Into his bedroom he went,
Then pulled out a pouch.
He pulled out rose petals,
And laid them all over the bed.
Hundreds of rose petals,
White, yellow, pink and red.
Around the room,
Candle after candle he did light.
Making a soft glow in the room,
That flicked in the night.
He went to the couch,
And took her by the hand.
She glowed like the full moon,
As she got off the couch to stand.
He walked behind her down the hall,
With his hands he covered her eyes.
So she couldnt see anything,
Especially the candle and rose petal surprise.
When they got to the door,
He let her see the glory.
It took away her breath,
It came out in a flurry.
He took her by the hand,
And softly kissed her lips.
He pulled her close to him,
And up her arm he ran his fingertips.
The two made love all night,
The two became one.
Desire and passion so hot,
As hot as a noon sun.
The sweat of their bodies,
Glistened in the candle light.
Collapsing in each others arms,
Somewhere in the middle of the night.
They curled up together,
Holding her all so tight.
With the glow of the candles,
As the lovers nightlight.
Laying next to her,
He rubbed her back with his hand.
Just laying there looking at her,
As she drifted off to dream land.
He woke her the next morning,
With coffee for her in his hand.
His beautiful sweet lover,
The sweet princess of his land.
Zoey's Poem From Loren
Ancient Queen Awake
A Chrysalis Not Yet Formed
Will Your Wings Unfold?
