My Love is One and Only
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My love is one
and only, without peer, |
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Her eyebrows, gleaming darkly, marking eyes which dance and wander Sweet are those lips, which chatter (but never a word too much), And the line of the long neck lovely, dropping (since songs notes slide that way) To young breasts firm in the bouncing light which shimmers that blueshadowed sidefall of hair. |
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And slim are those arms, overtoned with gold, those fingers which touch like a brush of lotus. And (ah) how the curve of her back slips gently by a whisper of waist to gods plenty below. (Such thighs as hers pass knowledge of loveliness known in the old days.) |
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Dressed in the
perfect flesh of woman |
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Schooling the neck of each schoolboy male to swing on a swivel to see her move. |
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(He who could hold that body tight would know at last perfection of delight Best of the bullyboys, first among lovers.) |
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Look you, all men, at that golden going, like Our Lady of Love, without peer. |
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This ancient Egyptian poem is copied from The Norton Anthology of World Masterpieces, Vol. I (1995 ed.)
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