Saturday, August 13, 2016

her anklets...

on a quiet autumn day
i meet the doe-eyed one
full of laughter and fun
she has so much to say
hazel curls adorn her brow
bold red kisses those lips
when my heart beat skips
can’t tell you why or how
O! behold that loving smile
reflecting a point of light far
bright beautiful evening star
bewitches she for a while
Just as she walks away
I gaze at her anklets sway...