Graceful as a gazelle.
Tall and slim.
He knows well
That she is not for him.
Perhaps a man ought
Not to sin in thought
When he knows well
That a gazelle
Is not for him.
But what harm
To dream of the charm
Of a gazelle?
For all our lust
Must end in dust
And life is too short
To concern oneself with ought.
K Morris - Poet 
What harm indeed Kevin. Thanks for sharing. Lovely poem.
Thank you, Lorraine. I’m delighted you like my poem. Best wishes, Kevin
Wow….i echo what Lorraine said…what harm indeed..
Many thanks for your kind words. I am pleased you like my poem. Best wishes, Kevin
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Many thanks for sharing my poem.