Paul Perrona Poetry

In my mind, the hand of inspiration
Flies upon the canvas of imagination
And creates with crystal precision there
A vision of Beauty beyond compare.

Softly tumbling tresses spun
From shining strands of summer sun
That quietly cascade in rivulets of gold
To splash upon awaiting shoulders.

Eyes that have never seen before
One who shall see them forevermore,
Twin sapphire stars set against
A flawless sky of satin skin.

There, slips the faintest ghost of a smile
From lips of a shape most beguiling.
One, a crimson cupid's bow
Crowns the crescent one below.
Flushed and full, they meet as if
Pushed into a gentle kiss.

The flowing curve of a glowing cheek
Frames a portrait of Beauty so unique,
The highest place She shall always hold
Inside the gallery of my soul.
Let Her be known to all those who
Look for Her in my nom de plume.

Poet: Paul Perrona