Poetry

Held (#907)

Fragrance of flowers and vanilla, in your fire brown hair,
Ever loving, giving, and filled with care,
Soft lightly tanned skin with a natural hue of gold,
Your heartfelt gaze of amber eyes takes me into hold,
Humor, acidic yet tastefully done,
Heart as impressive as the rising sun,
Sweetest laugh that makes me grin,
Mind focused on you 24-7, could that be a sin?
Light crimson lips where a voice of heaven comes,
Slightly reddened cheeks hold the loveliest hums,
Oh, the lady who is of my life an important part.
Oh, the lady who regards my heart,

Any Thoughts?

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