She’s a Marquise Emerald

She’s a marquise emerald, a sculptress of dreams. Her mind—
The brightness of God: her soul—the blood of Christ. We
Soar—the fable of France: we form—the passion of Greece.
Life—her wistful eyes: love—her drowning heart. We flee,
Athirst for freedom: we pause, enlove with flame. My
Burning ember, ours—the force of wisdom. And light, the
Hydrant of life; and death, the source of bliss. Thus alive,
We dance.
She’s a marquise emerald, a sculptress of dreams. Her soul—
A fortress of screams: her gut—the presence of love. We
Pray—the essence of Rome: we drift—the magic of Maui.Â
Life—her pensive smile: love—her chemic gaze. We panic,
The touch of sin: we fall, the lust of flesh. My rhythmic joy,
Ours—the torch of faith.Â

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Comments
Glenn Marchand,
Excellent verse, My nomination
Regards & Love
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
I thank you for the comment and nomination, Williamsji.
Brilliant write...
Love
Thank you, Piusha.
Beautiful write Glenn xx much love
Thank you, Nardine.Â