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Elizabeth

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~ Elizabeth ~

--------------------------A Poem Of Romance---------------------------

By: Keith Fuchs

I love a lady Brit.

She goes by Elizabeth;

Her name is strong and noble!

Her crest is of honor and valor!

There are psuedonyms and variations to the stem of this amethyst jewel

Lizzy, Bethany, Betsy and Lisa; Elizabeth originates from Hebrew.

Her title historically is tied to English royalty.

She is lively and bubbly with my unwavering loyalty.

Nice and caring, still witty and daring.

Jolly with follies that will cause your eyes to start tearing,

Her jokes would force those tears to start running.

In a volley of irony, sarcastic and cunning

She is the epitome of affectionate -

Charming Elizabeth,

Who can put me in a trance

Even if - we eat at a luncheonette.

This rose is as majestic as

The queen of England.

God's promise fulfilled.

In a united kingdom.

She readies a saucer to accompany

Her cup of tea;

With lemon, cream and a dash of rosemary.

How sweet is she!

I am enthralled the way she says darling!

I wheeze as my lungs squeeze,

I'm queasy and feel faint.

I can no longer breathe

As my pulse accelerates.

I enjoy discussion but I'm riveted by her accent

It is the most convenient, alluring distraction.

Her pronunciation and the slang that she speaks.

She is the bees knees of turning my extremities to jelly with ease.

Her blush chummy cheeks and the freckles sprinkle.

The cobalt irises of her eyes periwinkle.

Large and vast, twinkle a sapphire azure.

Her pearly white smile and her powdery fair skin.

Her chiseled jawline structure, she is the most elegant mannequin.

Her bosom is ripe, circular and profound.

Matching her hips and her derriere - plump and round.

Her body is carved with finesse - proficiently bound.

No architect can ever erect, a masterpiece renowned as her.

Classy and foxy.

Dashing, old-fashioned.

I'd ask her to dance along the river basin.

Extravagant in a Victorian dress and milky blouse.

Her hair, a charming edition of cinnamon,

Thick, long and feminine!

An auburn brown extending down her back

With a bow or a bonnet, stylish black.

I can hardly wait!

To see handsome Elizabeth, across from me - smiling back!

I've dreamt of Elizabeth

And her matchless beauty

Since I was a young man, she was always my duty.

I know of her and met her but never have I had her.

The terror that is never seeing her or touching her!

Hearing her or clutching her!

This is a life I cannot accept.

For one day I maybe paralyzed and elder

Implored to accept.

And then, only death would be a better bet.

So whilst I'm young and able I must solicit the vessel

To carry me cross the trestle to London,

Where I can meet her and take her to the amphitheatre.

I could reside on a bed of nails

If it would assure I'd prevail.

To set sail and make love to magnificent Elizabeth.

What is this obsession, I have with this dignified mademoiselle?

Who is my vision of heaven yet my condemning to hell.

What is said out of context, can be perfect.

How terrific yet extraordinary is precious Elizabeth.

How ordinary then prolific I can be when blithering.

My longing for her has left me quivering and withering.

Such is the mystique of her prospect

To cross continents for a concert of consonants

Her dialect, the lullaby of my torment and ravishing felicity.

Her intellect is the magnet that attracts me steadily.

Glorious Elizabeth how she rivals dear Beatrice.

The divine inspiration, the marvelous Phoenix!

My darling! the garland - the coronet of my soul's motley wreath!

She captured my heart from the moment we met in a dream!.

My duchess of gaiety, my beautiful mistress.

J'adore mi amore.

Oh how I love sweet Elizabeth.

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I love a lady Brit.

She goes by Elizabeth;

Her name is strong and noble!

Her crest is of honor and valor!

There are psuedonyms and variations to the stem of this amethyst jewel

Lizzy, Bethany, Betsy and Lisa; Elizabeth originates from Hebrew.

Her title historically is tied to English royalty.

She is lively and bubbly with my unwavering loyalty.

Nice and caring, still witty and daring.

Jolly with follies that will cause your eyes to start tearing,

Her jokes would force those tears to start running.

In a volley of irony, sarcastic and cunning

She is the epitome of affectionate -

Charming Elizabeth,

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