devan an odeto beautyand charm

lt ls one tthe frail pink of her soft lipshad the taste of cherry wine drank in sipswith a smile that an disarm
withouthe slightest of alarm
and made me light headedwithouthe headed so deaded
the shades of crimson in her hair
framed a beauty well beyond compare
her voice the lilting of a morning breezee
hermanner gentle and always at ease
asbeautiful asheiis to see its the way she was toward me
that stole my heartstole makes it sound as if i had no part
when all she did was be just ashetends to bewit a love as wide as deep
i gave to her my heart to keep
andit completetely over whelmed meachildishlaugh but every bit agrown
with a mesmerizing body on its own