Dressed in White With Light

A Poem by Graham Wilson

Copyright (c) 2011-2013 Graham Wilson.

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Note: a poem I once wrote based on a photo sent by an online friend. I removed her name for confidentiality reasons.

I stare upon my new photo submission,

The glimpse of which, upon request,

She gave permission for transmission,

Upon this I have no suspicion,

That the beauty therein is true.

The profile is of you my dear,

A friend both kind and true.

A figure in white stands upon the way,

A beacon in her grasp does shine,

But behind of this glow I see,

The one I shall not miss.

And divert my sorry eyes,

From the most pleasant sight,

Of you, my dear miss.

A web of twisty hair,

Dark, brown and long,

Down her shoulders bare.

Two brown eyebrows arch,

Over framed eyes acute,

And a thoughtful frown.

The face gazes down the hall.

Her tanned round face,

With a cute mound of a nose,

Round sweet cheeks, and

Soft lips not parted.

A spot of ear pops out,

From the dark brown strands.

Her body too, is one to see,

Though I would not want

Her to think of me, as one

Who stares too perversely.

Think well of me, darling you,

For simple loneliness, is all,

That makes me stare at you so.

Let me just say this of it,

Upon her form, she has a bosom fair,

and an honest derriere back there.

A waist not over-filled with waste,

But not tummy forced back concave.

A balanced figure, from chest to legs.

She is draped in white,

Save her arms and face,

And below her skirt,

White all around her,

All with a fine fit.

Though I ponder,

Upon her fine soft flesh,

And what she wears.

It's her mind,

Her thoughts and charms,

Which make her,

The one I keep so close.

My friend, my confidant,

Those roles I hold you to,

And though my tales ramble,

From woe, to woe, to woe.

You listen to my drama,

And act a sympathetic soul.

Ramble on I do again,

In awkward rhyme and verse,

Left upon my own,

I would write this until,

I would only leave in a hearse.

So with this in mind,

Having spoken said mind,

I leave you my thoughts

All honest spoken,

And also wish that

This shall be seen,

As a most kind token.

Figure in white,

With your little light,

Good night for now,

Reliever of all my plights,

May you live a long,

And healthy life!

First Completed on May 17, 2011