The Lady Dressed in Red

By Paradise’s Poet

Paradise is of her eyes as an unspoken bliss sits above
Where hearts are drawn upon the cheeks
Of those that yearn for love.

In view a fool who claims to be a poet
That only has a quill for a tongue

For the words that he wishes to versify tends to fumble at his door
And in the presence of the one who he has grown to adore
She that is forevermore unlike that beloved fallen Lenore

Dumbified is the petrified soul infatuated by heaven’s vivified chosen rose
Together with woes those…

That where left to a blind man all alone to dread
Thus surely but surely will these other flowers come to envy the lady dressed in red
The author of a writer’s inspiration
Locked within his mind and of his thoughts an image to wed…

Lovely, is it not to witness such an enchanting creature,
My, overly blessed is this world it would seem
Truly she is elegance personified as all works of art should ever be

So delicate much like her own alluring smile, angelic
Meant only there to compel me
I pity those that have not yet seen her,
…Hence why sympathize for the unfortunate who will not get a chance to see

10675574_10205919210041831_6565636709594816147_nTony’s passion for poetry developed out of his love for philosophy. The name Paradise’s Poet came from a book titled “Paradise Lost” – by John Milton. The golden covered book was big, old, and falling apart; yet, the name of the epic was the reason Tony was really drawn to the masterpiece. The idea or notion of paradise being lost didn’t sit well with him. So, in turn, he wanted to show people the beauty of this world though his words, thus he proclaimed himself Paradise’s Poet.


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