I have yet to see my Anthi get mad
’Tis true I did not give her reason to
How could I ever cause her something sad
Which could lead to her temper coming through
Her eyebrows are always wallowing like
Two boats sailing on a calm sea to Crete
I kiss her between them before a seiche
Takes its toll on my heart’s routine heartbeat
She grooms them to look like my love for her
I oft’ wonder how she does it so well
But then I remember she is des fleurs*
From every angle till I see a belle
Anthi is one of a kind on this sphere
No wonder to live I need to be near
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* des fleurs means flowers in French. Please note that Anthi means flowers in Greek.
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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