by steve1223adelaide, South Australia
Jul 2011 767 Views 0 comments
Beloved's Face
I gaze on the face of my Beloved
Each line, each wrinkle I know there
The crinkle of eyes when she smiles
And the upturned corners of her mouth
Rosy red cheeks, the tilted chin
And lips like red, red wine
The taste of honey in her kiss
That lingers for a while
I think of time I not knew her
When Beloved's face was strange
I thank God I know you now
And you belong to me
Each line, each wrinkle I know there
The crinkle of eyes when she smiles
And the upturned corners of her mouth
Rosy red cheeks, the tilted chin
And lips like red, red wine
The taste of honey in her kiss
That lingers for a while
I think of time I not knew her
When Beloved's face was strange
I thank God I know you now
And you belong to me
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Posted: Jul 2011
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A Beloved's face was not always a Beloved's face but someone you might not even have looked at twice in passing on the street.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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