I counted the strands of your hair,
wavy, thick, and course.
Thy lips are painted jewels on
strings of pearls.
The melody of the air is a song of freedom and
a loveliness tone of pretty.
Strings of threads hold thy clothing
they are my arms around thee.
Among the clouds I paint thee in
the hidden canvas of my shelves.
Behold, you are fair, my love!
--MIISRAEL
WINNIESPOETRY
Posted By: MIISRAEL Bride
Tuesday, March 15th 2016 at 10:25AM
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