sweet melissa

would you mind if i told a tale,

a short story in a rhyme;

of how this girl melissa

throws my heartbeat

out of time?

tresses drape her beauty in

celestial tapestry;

with flowing grace

like golden waves

that ride the moonlit sea.

or perhaps it isn't moonlight,

but starlight that i see;

in ice blue eyes 

(like sapphires)

that have wholly captured me.

her sculptured form a masterpiece

-- a sultry silhouette --

in heaven's house

her name's "sublime,"

a perfect soubriquet.

face of perfect countenance,

manna to my soul;

a seraph straight from heaven,

who completes

and makes me whole.

-- James A. Sizemore (2007)

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