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There is a Lavish Beauty to You

I cannot deny;

A Magnificence that Charms and Lures

My every notion,

Clasping each Breath I Breathe

In Your Compelling grasp,

Drawing Shivers from the depths of me

While I stand,




And Unreservedly Surrendered,

To You.


Though atypical, I have purposefully allowed this poem to stand alone, without an image to guide your interpretation or lead your thoughts.  Does the verse speak to you of a Beautiful Vista?  A Starlit sky? The Beguilement of a Lover? or the Enraptured Bliss of a newborn Child? or, perhaps, The Beauty of words, of Poetry, itself?