Her love was pure as dove
And songs sweet as of nightingale
She was a wild tigress
Who got entangled in his hair
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Her love was pure as dove........I would love to amend it as: ....'Her love is pure as dove'....It is very much there...I don't find any identity crisis that you apprehend! I would better call you a dove (not a tigress!) .........10
So many wonderful tigresses, women filled with superb talents, fall in the trap of dominant men, all too often limiting their enormous potential to a mere meow. I like the images used here. Excellent poetry.
very nice you have tamed a tigress into a meow those born in the year of tiger are bhoh whoho fierce but ur poetry is a beautiful verse of which anyone would like to convers
Enjoyed this poem- - I hope he didn't change her TOO much! So glad to see a fellow poet on here, and not another spammer! For awhile there, this site was turning into 'Spam Hunter' !
A very lovely poem, love and passion certainally will make one lose their identity, a really good poem! !
Rini, the last line is so funny. Could she also purr? ++10
I enjoyed the read! This poem and the woman exude a sweet softness and a primal strength. But those big cats still have their bite, so I would tell him to beware!