From Poulnabrone...to Paula na Brún

My Paula brún, her beauteous face
Of spirit, soul and sacrifice,
Na brún, her deep burnt umber eyes
To slumber's portals,  paradise
Na brún, the colour of her hair
As night sky to her moonlit rays,
Na brún, she shuns the black abyss
In canter as a fine bay mare

An Ice-age Goddess 'pon kerbstone gryke
Voluptuous Willendorf Venus, behold
Of molten magma, fine figurine
Her words ingenius, igneous told.
Her ebb and flow,  callipygian dream
Urge the surge of volcanic eruptions within.
Exquisite, for Nature crafted her;
Then cast away the mould!

Paula brún, my Poulnabrone
I find in her sweet sanctuary,
The warmth and kindness of her heart
Spans distance, time, eternity
Her talents tangents touch my soul
As vortexed tangibility,
That spirals seamless, so it seems,
As radial radient entity

Illuminated poetess
Resides enshrined,  my night,  her day, 
Atomic connectivity
Beyond the glass, a touch away
By pulsing grains from sandy shores,
Through crystal quartz anomaly
Doth teleport her to my side
And sight excites phenominally

Our fingers linger winsome words
Emotion's passion,  hearts on sleeves
Creative quips and quirky slips
Spiced lycopersic recipes.
We'll eat of fruit , love-apple trees,
Sow sacred seeds to secret groves
We'll make our plans whilst holding hands
When to my cottage home she roves.