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...