Her enigmatic dark eyes

Deep mysterious liquid sighs.

Rustling folding tresses, she

Is an embrace of warm loving arms.

She holds out firm soft hands

For fun fumbles from tiny fingers

She is serenities supprise

For her hidden silence smiles.

She is the guide and the light

Of her familiarity.  She

Is a kind unseen delight and

Veiled for She is bright.

She has not egoist blight

Grant her grace some vision

She needs not unseen fear

Nor reticent feign of fright.

Jonoboyle All rights reserved reproduction with specific reference, Copyright 2014

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