A Chandelier

Her golden sandy blonde hair,

the way it waved,

was something quite rare.

Her gleaming twilight eyes,

and the way they said,

I am very wise.

The sounds of her call

saying my name,

made me stand up tall.

 

The way she consoled me,

about my fears

and her amazing smile

I hope never disappears.

Her generous giving hands,

that caused her grief,

and the way we made love,

with her underneath.

 

Her generous touch,

I miss so much.

the way she laughed

I always thought was daft

 

but the fact his I love her so

and the fact is,

I want her to know.

I miss her near,

my shining chandelier.

 

Poem by Mr. x

http://www.poemofquotes.com/members/love-poetry/my_shining_chandelier_

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