Portrait of My Lady
A delicate face, soft and white it glows
Eyes of passion exist, planted on her
She lives with supple pink lips, made to kiss
No way would I ever come and suffer
She doesn’t have an obvious nose, it’s small
Her small hands do run smoothly down her face
An influence to my heart is expressed
She moves on with a good amount of grace
I always desire to kiss those sweet lips
My finger runs down these lips of glory
Down to the perfectly formed lovely chin
Where there are tales of a romance story
There are moments when her eyes flash with pride
And her hair blends in with her rare beauty
The whole package is wonderful and true
I will forever love her, my lady
Entered into FRANK H.'s "WORD PORTRAIT" contest
4/16/2013
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