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by Roger Crique (Age: 60)
copyright 08-12-2005

Age Rating: 16 +

The sweet smell of a rose,
Penetrates my soul and reminds me of you.
You were a bouquet of the most intriguing kind,
Inciting in me the deepest of emotions.

With you, I've lived every moment in bliss,
Walking on air, floating in the silky clouds,
Held by the rays of the sun, never to be let go again.
Such was your hold on me, such was your influence.

And though you’re no longer in my arms,
I still remember the iris of your soul,
as it opened to receive my blessings,
embracing my manhood, caressing my soul.

Such were your charms, unfiltered and unspoiled.
For the essence that made you a woman, still remains in me, in my every waking moment,
tucked away inside the most inaccessible reaches of my existence!
Such were your virtues, forever fresh, crystal-like, charming my days.

This shall be your moment, your time and your space!
My heart will always beat, to the rhythm of your heart,
and for ever your smile shall be cemented to my soul.
None shall ever render my mind asunder, for that was your brand!
And thus I remain marked, branded by the force and fire that was your love!

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        08-14-2005     Roger Crique        

Ahh, David! I'm getting careless, here! Thanks for all your help!

        08-14-2005     David Pekrul        

She sounds like quite a woman, to have left such a deep impact on you. This expresses well, the feelings of your love and appreciation of such a woman. She has left an indelible mark on you.

One small critique:
a few times throughout the poem, you used the words 'for ever'; this is actually only one word 'forever'.

Also one typo 'Tucked away insede (should be 'inside')

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