A soft vibrant nymph,
gently breathing through lips sweet.
Head peeked out at a fast pace,
scarf dripping from her hair.
Pink arm,
petting a blossom that matched her
cheeks.
Would that I could take
a stance with her,
Learn her joyous dance from her.
She smiles on what is good,
comforts all that should be.
A kind word, a girlish blush,
an innocence beyond the common reckoning;
Sneered upon by many,
yet coveted by all.
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The roses and the lilies warred
Within the field of her face
Until within her cheeks they met
And mingled well with grace.
Wow, Sara! That poem is brilliant!
Hey! Great to hear from you. We tie the knot on June 1st. I'm a tad bit excited about it all. :)
That poem is amazing! Did you write that?
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