A Lover
A woman cloaked in sunny light,
Her beauty gleaming on my sight.
Her motions swift and fairly set,
A creature more divine, and yet,
A playful thing inclined to care,
Her fairy eyes, her dusky hair.
All things about her soft and sweet;
A moment passed with more to greet.
A heart entwined with tenderness,
Is felt in each and every kiss.
And still the cream-white poppies cover
Her as if they are her lover.
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