Vienna Valentine (Love Poem)
Strolling through Vienna on Valentine's weekend with
Blonde, red dress, black stockings, my beautiful girl,
Diamonds sparkle, eyes invite, this star-bright night,
She looks, she smiles, and she loves me completely,
This 'Star Trek' moment means resistance is futile,
Just madness to dodge Cupid's magic bullets tonight,
Sleep sound as one before the dawn of our new day.
poem by Ian Beckett
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
