A Photo Fit
There is a picture
I would love to make;
And the images
May seem all blurred unreal;
Could I conjure a shape,
Or personality pleasant?
But alas!
There are
Wildness of forms
I could cluster and edge;
With the tenderness of flow
That would blend indeed.
And though,
The tussles of her hair
May deepen her charms.
I would
Handle the locks
With a loving touch.
And feel,
For the crests
I would
Want to etch.
But the mind goes deep,
With the shackles I strain.
Will someone help,
With a photo fit plain.
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