Now THIS is a love poem...found in the nature section, very far from the love section.
(Hopefully you can read it - basically women are birds)
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Their pleasures delicately; now they stand
Upon the pavement with a foot upraised,
Nestling an ankled softness. Now launch out
Across the crowded street, scarce touching it, 4y
Or stand in sunlight preening, like a bird
Above still water, or, when rain looms dark,
Crowd into some tall doorway wing by wing,
Like peacocks under yew trees in the Park,
Delicate and delightful and absurd, 4y
Feather-like frills, they step demure as nuns,
Nor heed the menacing eyes on every side,
Dead set unceasingly like levelled guns,
Truly I think each woman is a bird. 4y