Books & Other Passions
Susan,I can see those beautiful marbles!
Hard to resist that!
I love this little nugget of a poem ... awesome! JP/debp.s. thanks for your comment on my blog, we can share a soapbox anytime ;-)
A glittering strophe. Nice work! Musical.
Ah, the expectancy in this. Perfect.
Absolutely perfect! What a great take on this marvelous prompt. Bravo!!!!www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com
That's pure loveliness!
Well, that sounds nice. Have fun!
I always liked hazel eyes, and now I love them even more ...:)
..just lovely..many thanks..
My three favorite and loved people have hazel eyes and I have always thought the gold in their eyes was so beautiful. Thank you for this poem.
Promises of a pocket full of kisses...green gold or not, I'm sure they're nothing compared to your own black eyes!
Oh, intriguing eyes; do I sense a hint of restraint or expectant waiting? Very nice.
What lovely globes of promise.
Qp,Growing up, my father would grab us and tickle us and ask how much we loved him. We squeal, "A thousand, thousand kisses, Daddy." My father has beautiful eyes that smiled on me. I am a daddy's girl true. Thank you.
This is so sweet it makes me feel warm and fuzzy. "His hazel eyes promise a pocket full of kisses."Wonderful!
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Susan,
I can see those beautiful marbles!
Hard to resist that!
I love this little nugget of a poem ... awesome! JP/deb
p.s. thanks for your comment on my blog, we can share a soapbox anytime ;-)
A glittering strophe. Nice work!
Musical.
Ah, the expectancy in this. Perfect.
Absolutely perfect! What a great take on this marvelous prompt. Bravo!!!!
www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com
That's pure loveliness!
Well, that sounds nice. Have fun!
I always liked hazel eyes, and now I love them even more ...:)
..just lovely..many thanks..
My three favorite and loved people have hazel eyes and I have always thought the gold in their eyes was so beautiful. Thank you for this poem.
Promises of a pocket full of kisses...green gold or not, I'm sure they're nothing compared to your own black eyes!
Oh, intriguing eyes; do I sense a hint of restraint or expectant waiting? Very nice.
What lovely globes of promise.
Qp,
Growing up, my father would grab us and tickle us and ask how much we loved him. We squeal, "A thousand, thousand kisses, Daddy." My father has beautiful eyes that smiled on me. I am a daddy's girl true. Thank you.
This is so sweet it makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
"His hazel eyes promise a pocket full of kisses."
Wonderful!
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