Poetry Post 276

Autumn Woman
I look at your face reminding me of a clear autumn day
Your skin, your hair; tender, soft, hued as the leafs on the ground lay
I know I cannot be too shy to play
Or winter winds might take you away
Could I hide behind your shrubbery
And enjoy the aroma and the scenery
Feeling the soft brittle leafs under me
Or as a shade would your hair be as a towering tree
May I lay on your firm and gentle mound
Forever on your cheeks I am loyally bound
As your rich full dark face softly covers the harsh ground
Compliments your voice like the autumn rustling sound
Would the river of your lips invigorate or diminish my soul
The warmth of the light of your eyes has that control
Do they invite or coldly condemn
Would the waters warmly embrace the swim

Amber Osbourne
Amber with eyes that shine like gold
Amber with a smile that never grows old
Amber with a heart that's never cold
Amber with hands so soft to hold
Amber with hair so gentle for me to caress
Amber the one who surpasses the rest
Amber nature's finest work of art
Amber the name that warms my heart

Weakness
I can't keep on this pretense
Every night I kill my innocence
Everyday my sentence grows more immense
Self confidence can't be built
On a mountain of guilt
Where winds of self suspicion make it tilt
I cannot ignore what is wrong
Even more so when it's been going on so long
People believe me to be so weak I can't believe I'm strong