written by: Anne G
From the moment my eyes beheld her lovely countenance
Almond shaped eyes, so black, so hypnotic
Captured and felled me, I lost all control
My knees weak and trembling, I struggled to stand
She held fast her gaze as her lips softly mouthed
The most wonderful words, one man ever heard
Good morning beloved, I'm here, I am yours
I write because I am:
Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live.
Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference.
My intention:To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde